Shadewood fifteen kids in the backyard drinking wine

he should’ve never asked. it would’ve been better if he didn’t know.

higoro, the antagonist of many ill tales, standing right in front him. the name had slipped to the back of his mind for the past few months, there were other things to worry about. now it hit him like a hammer.

this didn’t make any sense. how could cry let this creature slither along their borders? how long had he been here? did minori know about this? no, she couldn’t have. she held a high status in the pack, she wouldn’t allow this. right?

right?

but what if she did. what if she accepted this?  what if she was planning this? what if she was keeping this a secret?

those questions and concerns kept him still for a long time. he was so detatched to reality. but an orange glint in the dark bought him back and he came with newfound fury.

nothing else was said. the warrior dove for the man’s snout, hellbent on sealing it shut with his teeth.