Lost Creek Hollow the days are muted

He would slowly lower his muzzle, though the quake in his bones did not stop. His eyes glistened as they studied her – raw emotion spilling form them, but Pippin had been a wolf of such little words, he did not know how to bring forward his thoughts or displeasure.
 
What if he wanted it to end?
 
“I have n-n-n-oth.. nothing l-left.” His stutter caused him to flinch inward in the grace of such beauty – but the boy could no more stop this than he could stop the day from shifting to night.