Stone Circle One creatures mistake is another's gain

Mawk felt a lump in his throat, the pain bubbling up and catching any words that he might've had the courage to speak. He couldn't. She'd betrayed him, he should be angry - but he was not, he only hurt. Being here hurt, looking her way hurt, hearing her speak as though nothing was wrong (despite the tremble in her voice) hurt. He wanted to reverse time, stop whatever went wrong before it had the chance. But oh, he knew who had caused all this - fucking Lonzo. Then again, he wasn't the only one to blame. Howl was on his list of: you fucked up and i'm mad at you, even though he was sure that Howl did not know that Mawk himself knew what had happened behind the scout's back.

Ouch.

He cringed to himself, feeling a jab at his heart. The man attempted to focus on his... his... mate's words, and did his best to hold himself together, awaiting the start of the hunt.