Barrow Fields a twist, a tale, a rip through my sail

he swallowed, his throat burning -- and he felt a flush of regret brim his features. he hadn't done anything wrong, but he deeply felt he had -- and the saltiness of her words stung him greatly. he was concerned -- at the mention of these wolves causing her harm his hackles bristled and he shifted onto his elbows alarmed. "they hurt you -- what? how, how could they?" he felt a frown swallow his features and his brow furrowed. "the sound? they're supposed to be friends. what did they do to you?! he would kill them, every one -- even if it meant going against lasher's blessing.