Dragoncrest Cliffs parting glass

Gunnar understood her tight smile. And he didn't push. He would bend his own ear, if she would like, but he knew that sometimes you just didn't push and you couldn't speak. So he bowed his head and quit asking.

He sighed, and shifted, wincing slightly. I was searching for my mother's gardens. She had many throughout the area, she was a healer. And I came across a female in heat. There was a young wolf. Big black beast. She didn't want him, and he tried to force himself upon her. And I.

Gunnar spoke softly. I intervened. I know that it is the way of nature sometimes, but I couldn't allow such an injustice. That kind of pain. That breaks a femme. You understand. It breaks something inside and they can't always get over it. It was the way with my granma. She would jump at shadows. Pa couldn't get near her without warning her first.

He had gone with his mother when she had gone back home.