Dragoncrest Cliffs leave me a literature of toothmarks & tongue-tracks

Prince arrived just in time to hear the explanation being given; relief filled him at the words. They were safe, for now.
He glanced over the gathered wolves, those who had returned and those who had come to greet them. A twinge of sadness stirred in his chest-- he had none to greet personally. At first he had considered himself lucky that his only real friend had not gone to war, but when she had disappeared he realized it was not luck at all. Fate had simply decided on a different way to hurt him.
It turned out he was to be alone regardless.
The pale boy's eyes flicked to the ground, and silently he promised himself he would change that. Drageda was meant to be a fresh start for him, and now with everyone back he could really try for it.