Shadewood lonely man of winter

she called him a liar and rested against his chest, her tears clung to his fur. there was no way of knowing what the future held, no matter how much he wished that wasn’t the case. so maybe he was a liar, but what else was there to say?

issun fell silent. he couldn’t answer that question now. no one could. it was too early to tell. he bit his tongue and touched the top of her head with his nose. he couldn’t provide the answer, but he could provide comfort.