Hushed Willows I linger in the Doorway

The curls of black smoke rose higher, and Memory blinked, too stoned to care he was being yelled at. 
"Kid, I didn't do anything. That rabbit was just faster than you. It's life force was too strong. I bet...I bet that rabbit was a wolf in a past life." 
He nodded along with this logic, eyes half lidded, a string of drool dripping from his jaws. 
More angry words, but under the black smoke was an aura of blue and grey. 
"Hey, you aren't angry, you're sad. And...And it's ok to be...sad. life doesn't turn out...the way you wanted it to, and...and that's ok. I got a rough start too. But If I had a place like this... My face wouldn't have been torn off."  
He lips languidly at his lips, - so thirsty- and tries to offer the kid a gentle nudge.