Fairspell Meadow saffron's curse [m]

he should have expected luke's interest, his soft ears preening forth; lasher did not feel as if it would be right to fill the azure-marked wolf's head with his own lamentations, but the breathy small sigh that broke unbidden from his lips spoke all. "i am troubled these days," he said carefully. with both the goings-on of the plateau and his own personal demons, though he would not tell a loner of the former, not matter how charismatic the other was. to guard was his role as beta.


"i like to look at beautiful things when my heart rings with hurt," he said softly, at length, his eyes traveling gently o'er the meadow, a wan smile upon his lips.