Larksong Grotto death blossom

Oh, he’d done it now. The wolf wasn’t sure why the idea of angering Easy-not-Alya filled him with such dread, but he’d managed to do it anyway. Pinning his ears against his narrow skull, he meekly replied, “I’m sorry,” still barely hanging onto the conversation. “Sorry, Easy. You’re nice.” Honestly, he wasn’t really sure if he believed that — not when she was angry with him. For whatever reason, hearing the stern note in her voice triggered a pathetic desire to roll over and beg her forgiveness — but it also drained him of hope that he’d find any kind of absolution. Was this the first time they’d met? Or had he known her before?

“You’re leaving?” he asked her, swallowing all of his pride in one hard gulp.

“Please,” he begged, “Don’t leave me here alone.”