Duck Lake Your heart engages into heartless throes

"I'll be back in a little bit!" Burr called over his shoulder as he padded away from the small traveling group. They would reach Easthollow by the end of the day, but before they reached the borders, Burr wanted time to be alone with his thoughts. He needed to decide how he was going to deal with seeing his parents again. He needed to decide how he could forgive them for leaving Rowana and him alone for so long. He needed to sequester away the blame, and be better.

So he headed toward a quiet wood arranged along the side of a frozen lake, nearly unidentifiable by the heavy snow over its frozen surface. Weak white sunlight filtered down overhead, offering no warmth, and a cold wind blew eastward across the valley. He found his way into a plowed trail left by a roaming moose and padded along, ignoring the occasional twinge in his ankle that told him he was stressing it more than it was accustomed to. His plumed tail bobbed as he strolled along, enjoying the solitude and silence for the time being while he attempted to sort out his feelings.

You know who you are.