[justify] Françaiskit had been trying to help in the ill camp, but he gets yelled at that he'll be killed if a barrel comes rolling his way. He huffs, unsure of what to do. His moms face slowly had faded away in his mind. But, what if he father comes, and who is his father?
He headed towards the tree where he was born, finding something white, flowing violently. He picks it up carefully, reading it.
Your fathers on your way, don't worry, French.
Love, Mom
His eyes widened. His father was coming? He yelped with excitement. He had so many questions! He turned around with the note in his jaws.[/justify]
