Broken Antler Fen klir

the question turning to him is always jarring, every time she does it. it leaves polar to wonder if she's deflecting. in truth, he doesn't want to have an opinion. he wants to be told what he is doing and obey like the scary guard dog privilege he is meant to give her; speaking up only when she makes reckless decisions that could force the hand of the commanders of the past and end her life.

yo laik heda. ai na badan.

a click of his teeth, a shake of his fur; unkempt from travel.

nou deya oyo sonraun. he grumbles, knowing of course that she could take his suggestions with a grain of salt; unable to help but wonder if her desire to seek out their spying shadow was because her pride was still wounded from sadgeda.