<div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/1fyHJaR.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ku'Jin<br/><strong>Rank:</strong>Kiowa Tracker<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The River<br/><strong>Company:</strong>Relic, Sasha<br/><strong>Out.Of.Character~ Testing coding. Let me know if the 'speech' chat for Ku'Jin is hard to see for anyone. How does it look? Which looks better on your pc, the bold or the none bold? </strong><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">The girls were trying their best to help Ku’Jin understand his uncanny predicament. Maybe Sasha was right. This emptiness he felt, deep in the pit of his stomach, that nagged at his heart, was a part of himself that he was missing. The black tracker squeezed his eyes open and shut a few times, trying to clear his head of so many racing thoughts. The hunt that got him hurt seemed to have really done damage to his way of thinking. It was .. frustrating, to say the least. It was scary. Relic was the next one who pulled him from his thoughts as she decided to go on ahead after they all returned to the densite. He nodded in her direction as he watched her depart their little tracker group. A soft whine escaped his maw once more as a part of him tugged after the young fae, not wanting her to leave so soon. However, Ku'Jin understood he couldn’t hold the ambitious tracker back. Relic was the type of wolf that needed to be out, lending a paw where she could, and helping to keep the pack safe. Still, he worried for his friend's safety. What if she disappeared and he had trouble remembering her too? Oh, the horror of it all! Ku’Jin’s ears flattened against his head, his multicolored hues watching the hunting party’s retreating frames. “Please let them be okay.” He whispered, though he was sure Sasha was close enough to hear his words which were soon lost on the wind. He turned his head toward Sasha, that same brazen, worried expression was plainly plastered on his face, clear for her to see. <strong>“W.. will they be okay, Sasha?”</strong> The words choked out, as if the brute might burst out in short sobs then and there. Ku'Jin swallowed hard, trying to force himself to calm down. The hunt and losing <em>'someone'</em> was really taking a toll on him. The brute thought back to the possibility of trying to see who exactly he was missing? Who was it that was tugging at his heartstrings so? <em>'It's.. not as easy as simply searching for someone or counting heads.'</em> He thought to himself. What else could he do? His bones were chilly from being out searching so long already. Still, he couldn't just sit around and do nothing. The hunting party had already left and he would probably be more of a hindrance than a help anyway. “Is there anything you need help with, Sasha?”  He blurted out suddenly, clearly trying to focus his mind on a different subject. “Should we run more rounds? M-maybe we could help dig a new den for new members?” The black brute started to throw out anything at this point, and the desperation for a distraction was heavily laced in his words. <br/><br/></span></span>