Fair Trade

Kanti had spent many sleepless nights torturing himself with thoughts of the day when he would give up on returning to Tish. Old and gray, back stooped from decades of labor, he would try to get up out of bed, and change his mind. Why bother?He couldn't have been more wrong. He was still young, his pelt still tan, and his back didn't hurt when he rose.Everything had conspired to keep the two lovers apart: rivals, foes, distance. Now, he needs his friends' help more than ever if he wants his old life back.