Sometimes the whole world seems to want to remind Victor that no one made him cross the mountains into the southern lands. He only decided to leave on the spur of the moment, so that he wouldn't be around when a certain dirty secret of his was exposed.

But the journey was for a noble cause. Surely that would make the two things... cancel out, wouldn't it?

What smilodon would ever want to make their homeland here? Victor swears it sometimes rains for weeks at a time! It makes him consider turning right around and slumping back to his tribe in defeat. Nothing in this direction. Just stinking fur and a sniffling nose and never being warm. For a cat who was built for the cold at that!

When he does find adequate shelter, there are some nights when he lies down and dreams of a world where it never rains. The clean, pure, gentle snow falls all year round, no matter how far south you go.

If such a sanctuary exists, he'll never find it.

The gods clearly hate him.

Artwork by  FatsOutoftheBag