Stone Circle red spider lily

Kristjan looked up at the soft voice, too morose to be scared anyway. Reflexively, his tail wagged a little at the prospect of company, though it stilled as the words spoken seemed to register with him. He looked down at the chewed-up bit of deer pelt and could see the blood there, even with his not-so-good eye. Shamefaced, he pulled his ears back and kept his head down.

I’m okay, he lied sullenly. A more upfront pup might’ve accused Figment of asking a stupid question. (Of course, I’m not alright! What about not having a father makes anything alright?) And the angry part of him did feel this way, but sweet Kristjan was simply not the kind of boy to say such things aloud.