Cerulean Cape A spoonful of tar

We can fade here, or play out the hunt, I don't mind either. Thank you for the thread, I love Heda <3

She looked at him but he could tell she still thought of Bartholomew. He wondered if this was a smart choice, to be led into a not-quite-pack by a girl who was smitten with its figurehead— but he smothered his misgivings, telling himself that there was, for now, no other place for him to turn to. If he was to wait out this winter, it might as well be in a church. Even if he thought that he didn't deserve to be anywhere near an altar.

Besides, she had endeared herself to him somewhat, even in this short span of time. He enjoyed her pensiveness, her bright sincerity.

We can hunt now, then go to Sweetharbor, he suggested with a flick of his tail. So I not arrive with empty paws.