Redsand Canyon Your kisses are poison and all your words are treason

assuming Fig is being skipped - smack me if not!

Her anger in return startled him. And she wasn't wrong. He'd chosen here over her; he'd chosen pipe dreams of becoming a soldier over his parents.

Killdeer's ire vanished, replaced by a fear that felt like he'd been submerged in icy water up to his neck.

Mom, wait, I'm sorry, he burst out, stumbling forward again.

She was leaving. But hadn't he left her first?

Please don't go. I love you. I want you here with me. His voice, too, cracked on every other word. The other wolves were departing and he felt more comfortable showing emotion, baring his soul to Fennec.

It didn't matter much. In that moment, Killdeer knew he'd irrevocably fucked up.