Phoenix Maplewood i don't care what you think as long as it's about me

no sweat!

it was supposed to be spring. that was what he had always been taught—that winter turned into spring, always. he had been born at the tail end of last winter, and his formative moons had been spent in the growing season. he was quite fond of those days. . .couldn't they come back, and soon?

me, too, surya echoed without thinking. being a lone wolf had its perks, but he missed family. he missed company. he missed warmth. being so close to evien here in the near-dark, keeping each other cozy—it just reminded him too much of what was missing.

he could have it back if he let go his pride. the trouble was that hard-headed young men rarely did so.