Silver Creek the ants go marching one by one

a friend? Cas' eyes betrayed some hint of his suspicion, but he let it go as soon as it had come. it didn't matter, anyway. Donnelaith was his birthplace, but Silver Creek was his pack. "Oui. et aussi gaelic," he responded with his father's easy smile. "where did you learn French?" he asked Spring curiously.

maybe this 'friend' had been a lover or something, he thought naughtily to himself, fighting a chortle as he continue to trot along the borders, ear cocked for the girl's response.