Ravenshook Cliffs kind of mood that you wish you could sell

she missed home, but she could never return. realizing belatedly he was towering over her, velen lay down as well, large paws draped over the edge of the stone and dark eyes trained on her. "why?" was his simple inquiry. he wanted to ask where she was from, inquire as to why he couldn't take her back home. eyeing the stretch of beach below them, where each day the cairn scent strengthened, velen's jawline tightened.
it was time for the siblings to stake their own claim; it was the way of wolves and of young things. but often the boy could not help but think of what he could have been had they stayed in warsaw. was staying there even possible? had it ever been an option? whatever — he had been happy enough to leave with his brothers.
not so, it seemed, for dalia.