Sunbeam Lair His heart was hollow, his face in pain

It was a curious truth: Jolon was one of the wolves he cared about most, but the one he was most uncertain around. Not for any reason of rivalry or physical threat: for Noctura did not consider these things, and when it came to physical forces the only thing on his mind was that he wished not to hurt anyone. And Jolon could take care of himself. No, his uncertainty around Jolon came from the male's emotions and the way he expressed them.

Was Noctura to linger? Debate the feelings? Discuss them? Simply listen? He was unsure, so he decided to ask. One heavy black forepaw lingering, in two minds about whether to stay or go, he said: would you like to talk, Jolon? They could speak of the evening, and what shined above it.