Blackfeather Woods He's the one who left home; I'm the one who stayed

The man was not deterred, drawing closer with words that struck Crowfeather with kindness. He thought of Belen, of Gucci, and then again of Germanicus.

Why did any of them wish to help? Anger and resentment flushed him. He should have been left in the canyon. He should have been left fallen by Nyra’s fangs.

I- I’m not… I’m not sure I can be helped.

For Tavina had tried to heal his wounds and mend his broken body. Gucci had offered him company when he had felt most saddened. Belen had swept away his loneliness with games and sweet words. All of that effort had returned zero results.