Whitefish River Baddest do, what the baddest do,

Okay, whooa. Riley took a belated step back as Orlaith turned on him with tears hot in her eyes, snapping out in anger he could not say he deserved.

Riley had observed several emotions in Orlaith, but never one so vulnerable. His immediate instinct was to exploit it, to poke at it -- seeing her on the verge of hysterics brought to mind images of his brother, which in turn made him feel volatile and unwell.

He squashed the ugly feeling rising in his blood like it was a bug, turning his eyes away and focusing on anything else. The trees, the bark - what were those white trees called anyway?

"Uh.." Riley tried to keep his mind level, troubled and out of his element. "Um.. Why?"