Seaside Moors keep coming back

Raleska might have had an inkling why Kaertok was here, but nothing compared her for the openness in his unflinching answer.

Her face crumpled like sodden cardboard when a rock is thrown atop it. Her proud tail fell, her shoulders visibly sagged — meanwhile, a look of furious anguish rose along her dark muzzle.

You? She answered incredulously, feeling heat box her ears and sting her eyes. You can’t keep doing that! You can’t keep coming in and out of my life like that! Raleska felt outrage pour from her throat as if molten lava; did he not see how much he hurt her every time he skipped in and out of her life like an inconstant summer wind? That — this — She gesticulated all of it — Isn’t fair.