Firefly Ravine contralto

Ashlar had known it would upset her, and despite the fact that his courage shrunk within him, he stood his ground. He looked down, sadly, and thought.

She had lost her mother. It was hard, and the singer could understand that grief in some amount. But to Ashlar, her mother had been a violent wolf, and violence breeding violence was what he feared. He didn't want that for his friend.


How did he say it right? What about after? He asked, his voice still quiet. Is....will it b..be enough? He winced at the stutter. He didn't want to be afraid but the look and tone she wore showed what a line he walked. Coward.. He thought perhaps he knew now how he was seen. It hurt him some, but he had to know.

He would not help her kill, but he would help her heal. He did not know what that looked like. But he would not help her, either, to fight any and all that were not them in the way Ursus had. He couldn't live that way.

Their first conversation back here and, already, death.