Sea Lion Shores our iron coffin

well, there it was. the dark thought that had merrick by the tail was finally given life in the form of a bladed accusation. astara’s ears pulled back, her expression pinched into a disgruntled scowl.

she had no words to console him with, no promises to give or break. instead the wraith tilted her skull and fell to her haunches. she blinked once, slowly — examining the male for more clues on where this insecure whim had come from.