Firestone Hot Springs I dodge your hammer

An unknown substance ebbed its way into Yuda. It was near what others would call "shame," a five-lettered word that defined his entire existence for most of his life. In both the puzzling and the refined emotions, there was a feel as if he had committed some form of crime by just existing.

The confusing creep twisted itself upon the surprisingly warm heart of Yuda (although the warmth that existed was solely due to the heat of his body). It urged him to thank the young girl for what she'd said There was no need to revert to the past, for the juvenile already knew he had never given any wolf appreciation before; but, the cream-bellied male was both too prideful and uncomfortable to do so.

Which brought on more guilt, which defined the secret word. His dark eyes looked to her shining ones, and so came a dribble of hope that she would raise her sunflower dabbled gems once more. His body jerked forward with anticipation the moment before she raised his eyes, and the male silently scolded himself for losing control, even if only for a second.