The Heartwood Tréximo

*tattoos Ebony praise on my heart*

The girl shouted at him!

Antigone’s ears fell to his head. He took an insulted step backwards until his courage could be found. He’d never been shouted at by a stranger before. It was shocking for a boy who had only been interested in assisting her with whatever might have been wrong.

The peachy highlights of her fur reminded him of Meadow. He took another step forward so that he might reveal himself to her. Speaking from the shadows would only inflict more shouting, he felt.

You don’t sound fine. The young wolf’s voice was clipped with doubt.