Whitefish River the road goes ever on

"Casmir," he answered tightly, though he managed a smile that was as charming as he could muster. the more he thought about it, the more foolish his idea became. he had left his family in a huff -- what if the Dragons followed Saena and her pack across the mountains, despite what Shreya said? was he supposed to go back to them with war possibly behind his heels?

"i haven't yet. maybe i'll mention it to Saena." his dad was the peaceable sort. hippie. whatever. would he even want to help? the stress of it all made the boy restless; he gathered himself to his paws. "i'm gonna scout a little," he mumbled. "nice meeting you both."


he set off then at a lanky clip, wanting no more than to be alone, even from the muddle of his thoughts.