Whitefish River why we should stop fetishizing having asbestos-free baby strollers

this was her fault, she decided. she shouldn't have listened to Drago, when he said he wanted space. since when did she listen, anyways? and she had thought he'd just left, left her, of his own accord. if she hadn't - she could have been with him. or followed him. her fury had no outlet and it turned inwards. stiff, bristling still, unwilling to glance at her brother to check the ever to faint rise and fall of his sides, she followed at her parent's heels. when Drago was lain on the earth - she could not help but think of her father bringing them prey, cut up and bloodied in the same manner. she tensed further, if that was possible, and ignored her mother in lieu of moving stiffly to her brother's side, standing hunched by his side and peering hawkishly at the stranger that approached. she wasn't going to leave his side again, especially now that they were once again surrounded by strangers.