Noctisardor Bypass john 13:20

in the days following his failed reunion with wren, andras — known here as amadeo — seethed quietly in the boughs. he spent only a handful of days resting before he got back to work, even with his limp and his torn ear; he had made a promise to the man glaukos, and if nothing else, andras was a man of his word.
but now, since his return, glaukos was gone.
it concerned him at first, if only for a day or two; he missed the quiet company of someone he considered to be a positive acquaintance, if not a friend. but even in darkness, there is light; and everything happens for a reason, does it not?
and so, slowly, andras sought to integrate himself more with the rivenwood wolves. he brought meat for the mothers and paced the quiet borders, prayed over them all at each sundown. this eve, he came to search for @Heda, bringing to her the offering of goat's milk soaked moss — something shaba once loved when she had been nursing — and a warm wool skin for the babes.
but if one was to think this action was out of the goodness of his heart, they would be met with a wide, lecherous grin. she held his gaze in a way the other women here did not, and now he saw fit to capitalize upon it.