Swiftcurrent Creek Gladfly Suite

If she was emotional, he did not notice—unfortunately. Instead, he focused at his task on hand—feeding the girl, while remaining oblivious to the emotional turmoil within her and the fact that perhaps a different nurturing was required.

Still, she brushed past him in gratitude at the reveal of a cache, and with an encouraging nudge to her own shoulder, the man settled back, after dragging a small bone from the pile, stretching his own dark frame to the ground and casually gnawing at it. He remained quiet—remaining near her, but giving her space to take the fill she needed.

A fresh start, he would hope, from whatever had been before.