Blacktail Deer Plateau Desolation

fine —

the singular word, her deadpan expression smarts at him, perceived as insolence. it warrants a low rumbling growl from him: he did not want her here and if it had been up to him she would've died where she collapsed. her meat would've fed the crows and maggots of the earth.

he did not have ash paw's kindness.

it was the thin tether that the cub clung to, whether she knew it or not.

next time, he would tell ash paw to care for her injured strangers outside of basilica's territory and to not return until she was done being generous. his lip curls, growing ire steeps beneath his skin and he turns abruptly, exiting the den and leaving her behind.

the sooner she was gone, the better, he thinks.