Ban makes the mistake of trying to go back to Hearthglen, gets waylaid by Ardreigh, and takes a moment to re-assert his masculinity (and good intentions). It's always the ones with the freckles.
It's been a while since we've heard from the gingerfuss. Things have been a-happenin' -- from getting promoted to letting her feathers down a little, Agnes has seen no slow-down in business or activity. And that includes brain surgery and baby-mama-drama.
Agnes reflects cheerfully on Rosa and Liotuse's wedding, but spends the rest of her entry bemoaning her recent bad encounters and inability to be a warm and feel-y werewolf. Nothing that couldn't be solved with a box of Krispy Kremes and a pitcher of margaritas.
Over a year and a half later, backwoods Bantapants is still around. Stuck between a rock (depression) and a hard place (Hearthglen), he's having trouble getting back on his feet since retiring from the Crusade and leaving the Academy. At least someone's helping him learn some grammar and spelling, though.
