Swiftcurrent Creek Tutto tremante

Banished? He wasn't surprised. As far as he knew, there was no cure for nymphomania. The detached way she spoke of her pack only reminded him of himself, and he hated it.

And what? he asked, his voice taking on a sardonic edge. No newfound sense of brotherhood? No new purpose in life?

He felt ashamed, as if caught red-handed in something venal and subversive. He wanted to say my face isn't long, but her question was so absurd that he was certain he had misunderstood her.

Instead, he demanded - What are you looking for? - even as he shivered against her shoulder. Again, he stepped away, though this time it was because he was unsure of how he would react if she were to touch him again. His instinct was to lean into the warmth, to chase away the bone-deep chill that had settled inside of him. It made no sense to feel shame over such a natural thing.