Totoka River a time to be born and a time to die

 Komodo rolled his shoulders up and down his back, trying to shake some of the aggravation he inexplicably felt when looking in the face of the ashen boy. Komodo’s prompt went largely ignored, but the male felt secure in that his comment had struck a nerve. The earthstalker was a wander, but he was not the type of man to leave an entire group of wolves in a lurch — but Constantine might have been that type of wolf.

“Ah’m lookin’ fer someone,” he burred in a roughhewn tone, certain that Constantine knew who he was looking for — and, perhaps, knew where she was. It was possible that this was the reason for Komodo’s agitation; for Constantine’s reappearance hinted that Aria’s abandonment had not been so unintentional.