Hushed Willows The voices in my head keep telling me I'm cursed.

fading here!

There was no reasoning with the other wolf.

Glaukos did not like the idea of eyes upon him, or of someone tagging along. For all he knew, and all he could trust of the stranger, they waited only for the free meal his body would provide should he falter and die.

But he would persist, and climb his way along. He would go because he had to; and his body would refuse to die, even as he put it through the rigors of the steep climb down from the plateau and in to the green expanse of the valley. The longer he roamed the more hot his fever would get, and the more infected his wounds.

And he would not turn back to the stranger even once, because he knew himself to be strong enough to do things on his own.