Blacktail Deer Plateau i’ve waited for you all my life

Liar. The word pierces through his chest. Maybe the brute was right. Maybe he lulled himself into this false sense of security in order to hide the truth. Maybe the sight of his children slowly dying with him would hurt more than it would have, because he had been foolish enough to think he could change. Cupid shook his head. He couldn't let those thoughts drag him down now.

Haven't we already established that I wouldn't give a shit if you killed me? He fell silent, moving along through the trees, staring at anything that could pass as a den. Nothing was suitable.