Golden Glade One summer day

They aren-

He froze with his eyes darting between the two.

They aren’t visions li- like that. They need some er-

Gods why was he trying to explain these monsters?!

They need some interpreting. An- and they’re rather larger in scale th- than where to wander, the shadow finally sputtered, mustering some level of indignance. His gift was supposed to be sought after. They had always told him he would be desired no matter where it was, he went.

All of it was lies…

The savage wolves wanted more, something more that he could offer them, and he looked around himself as though something would appear.

When the woman lunged for him, he hurried backward, tripping pathetically over his own long legs.

NO! his cry surprised even himself.

P- please, I’ll do wh- whatever you w- w- he was sputtering, n- need.