Dawnlark Plains Tell me what you know about dark nights

She swallows again when he speaks, throat tightening a little. She's certain she doesn't deserve his embrace or his soft words — but she wants them. I don't want to be angry with you, She confesses quietly into his fur, finally giving voice to what she has already known for some time now. The world is already judging us both. Or at least, their world; the wolves at the Creek, the former members of Blacktail Deer Plateau, and most anyone who might hear their story. They'd both been stupid, by anyone's standards — and now they have only each other.