Silver Creek the sword of martin the warrior

Spring came to him, and Casmir found himself swallowing the words he'd wanted to say. he found, guiltily, that he was happy to see her, and sighed lowly as he stepped into her presence, dipping his muzzle to nudge her shoulder. Saena was right -- the Creek belonged to him -- but how could he tell Spring to fuck off after what she'd done for them?

Cas hated himself for his vacillation but closed his lips shut on the words. "what's up, Spring?" he asked gently, tail flagging behind him as his single ear swiveled in her direction.