Greatwater Lake she was afraid of dreadful prophecies

at her mention of a pack, he leans forwards, intrigued. but one not many would want to pledge their allegiance to.
why? would be the obvious question, and he waits for elaboration— frustrated when he doesn't get one. he turns his head towards that moribund forest, but the shadows between the trees are stubborn and opaque, and he sees no sign of wolf.
that's the second thing i'm looking for, he sits, the tips of his fingers touching the water. the weak wind ruffles his hair. the first thing is my sister.
tzila. beloved tzila. the memory of hair nails raking through his cheek, the pressure on his eye, it's enough to make him sick. he slides into a certain intensity, a darkness that suggests he has harmed and will harm. made a real work of my face and abandoned the family right after. who knows what other bastard she's got in her goddamn spider web. someone oughta put her in her place.