Dragoncrest Cliffs Bitterling

away.

the dark.

it hurt to hear and still he found no direct anger. only hurt, pain. a shallow wound with saltwater fresh in it.

maybe when she done hatin' me. a shrug of his shoulders. it hardly mattered, didn't it? damage had been done and quen knew that there were things and wolves in the world he could distract himself with to feel better.

he had done more growing this last week than he felt he had ever done.

abruptly he turned his back to the other boy, but his head turned to look over his shoulder. silently he motioned for the other boy to come along, a warmth in his eyes that betrayed his body.