Nova Peak Memories to move on

Kieran watched her face as he spoke. The emotions that flittered across it, refreshing, though sad. He didn't want her to feel upset over his unrest. Over his past, it was his, it wasn't hers. It was nice that she was willing to feel that strongly about it though. The wolf in his memories, was worse than bad. A fiend, someone to never be named, ever.

Kieran looked at her gently. The wolf in question had come tearing things down, he had his own pack before this. Pretending to be a loner, when he wasn't, that was the only reason they were able to do such things. Yer man didn't 'urt dem Kaskara, yer man killed dem. Every single wan av dem, wan at a time. Me buff an' blister was given ter' is tren as a trophy, though she killed 'erself bloody than lte dem chucker dat ter 'er, ah but she tuk a few wi' 'er too.]

Kieran smiled dryly, but he didn't say anything. He could too blame himself and he often did. He had done something worse than anything, he had vouched for a man who wasn't good enough for his word. A man who took and took, who raped and pillaged. All of the above.