Dragoncrest Cliffs Bitterling

No cushion to it, Quennell asked where Swordfish had gone.

The young wolf stood with his head hung low, shoulders jutting at his back. He shifted his eyes away from the other boy. The softness of his voice was painful. Why had he been such a coward, anyway? Why hadn’t he just stood around to figure out what had happened? Suzu’s crying face resurfaced to remind him exactly why.

Dunno, he croaked softly. Away, to the dark.

When his deep-sea gaze returned to Quennell, he swallowed heavily.

D’ya think she’ll hate me?