Sunbeam Lair The Dark of the Matinèe

Jolon couldn't sleep, couldn't eat, couldn't think without feeling the shame and anger drowning him slowly. He had not faced another of the tribe since that night he had tried to take the little dragoness. He was laying somewhere to the side of the main part of their home, a paw covering his mad eyes. He just wanted it to end- end it all.

He ignored the footfalls of someone nearby, staying perfectly still and slowing down his breath. He hoped he wouldn't be discovered like this.