Moonspear Say Hello to the night

Talis managed to calm himself by the time they reached the stream, though there was no stopping the shivers. His wet eyes widened when Alaric said it would hurt when he washed his wound. He immediately cast his pale eyes around for a stick, snatching it. Tears still leaked from his eyes as he maneuvered himself into place.

Alaric talked to him as he poured icy cold water over the hot, weeping flesh. Talisman gave a little cry, muffled as he clenched down on the stick. His whole body tensed and released as the shivering became even worse. Soon the stick was clattering as his teeth chattered against the wood. Still he did his best to concentrate on the wolf’s voice.

The question made him shake his head mournfully. He didn’t even want a mate, just the kids! It hit him like a lightning strike: maybe that was part of the problem? Maybe Candle, S’ari and K’oa wanted the stability of a proper partner, hence they hadn’t chosen him? Talis couldn’t even deny that he was flaky and noncommittal.

He hung his head, the stick dangling before dropping into the water.