Swiftcurrent Creek I Tear My Heart Open II

“Good start there, I guess,” he agreed quietly, trailing toward the borders, his tail lashing every so often through the winter air. Restless.

Tired. He was so damn tired.

“I don’t think Cygnet likes anyone,” he noted—it wasn’t like the girl was oozing anything but glares to her fellow comrades.

Arric then questioned him, and he shrugged, keen on continuing to the border. “Eshe is in heat. We had a fight—she chased me off. Took some space from one another, and then she was gone.”

He withheld the weary sigh he felt—instead, resolve set upon his features—immovable. Unreadable.