Swiftcurrent Creek too late; i'm coming undone

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Numb.

He had considered the possibility of paying a visit to Moss—no better company than the dead, in his current mind, but he knew he could not. Duty would lead him home—Wren had disappeared from his sight and he had let her go, believing she needed time to mend the shattered heart Silvertongue had left in its wake.

He was angry. He was sad. He was numb.

Everything and nothing.

The blood from the open wound had begun to dry, the sticky residue browning against the darkness of his fur. The throbbing pain across his eye was all he needed to know where her teeth had met—but if the blood had stopped, he would hope it was only superficial.

It wasn’t until he stopped at the creek edge, staring at the rapidly rushing waters and seeing only the shimmering and brief moments of his reflection did he curl a lip—silent. Unmoving.