Silver Moraine If you must die, sweetheart, die knowing your life was my life's best part

A howl burst through the brush, making Sunhawk jump like a flushed pheasant hen. He reeled in surprise as he saw the perfect silhouette of a wolf against a backdrop of stone and sky. Not just any wolf, but that wolf.

Wyclops.

Oh shit.

Sunhawk hunched back down in the brush, licking his blueberry-stained lips in nervousness. Had she seen him? She'd probably definitely heard him. Oh fuck, oh fuck, he was in trouble.

Maybe he could slip off in the direction her bad eye was in? Sunny squinted, unable to pull any details from the sharp silhouette that cast his heart in full terror. Nothing to do but wait - if he was lucky, maybe she'd think he was some sort of bird startled by the eerie longing in her song.