The Heartwood short sleeves

i am a follower, yes. a missionary sent to spread His word to wolves like you.

a brief curl of his lips in what could be considered a smile.

my hunter is not, but he provides for me and i pray for him.

it was a bit foreign, but bartholomew allowed it. mainly because he had grown soft in the face of the man who fed him. survival sometimes brought out the best — just as it did the worst.