Hushed Willows Back where I belong

Larkspur’s words washed over him like a lullaby, and with his nose pressing closer to her, the frail boy made to curl up closer against him, exhausted from their days, and starved. With her repeating the promise to him, the boy allowed his gold eyes to flutter shut, and it was there he would seek a nap – for he could move no more, and held no desire to seek further in the lands of the Keep, nor watch the strange wolves that graced it.