Swiftcurrent Creek And touched the sound of silence

Arric hated that Reverie barely trusted him. There was such a thing as instinct yes, but she went a little over the top, but he didn't move. She shifted so more of his dryer fur was covering the child. And he barely moved. Afraid if he moved wrong, Reverie would turn on him with teeth and claws, and he had enough marks for one day thank you very much.

He would look down at the girl every so often, make sure she was okay. Then he waited. Eyes turning inward as he thought of the day and the things that had brought him to this point. It would be an understatement were he to say he didn't absolutely loathe himself, because he did. Hated the very air he breathed. He was so angry at himself for letting her goad him, twice.