Emberwood [m] You already know that it's hard to find gold in this crap disco

The coywolf was fascinated, at first listening to the serial with compassion but, as it went on, hearing it more like a story that'd happened to someone else. Either way, he was enraptured, forgetting his body until the very end, when he realized his hind leg had gone numb. He shifted under her gaze, stretching out and scraping her into his chest.

"I think so, too," he confessed, falling slowly back to earth. Reverie reappeared in the story, and the result was sobering.

Even for someone like Dusty Rose, it was hard not to compare himself, anxiously, to the men she'd loved before. But they were gone now, for better or for worse, and if they came back? They wouldn't be allowed to stick around for long.

"I never met someone who left their One," he told her, marveling, just a little, at the idea of it. "My dads fought tooth and nail for each other, and for my mom, too. And when Dad died... the flower eater just went crazy. Yeah. He sticks with Slow West, now. It's kinda creepy but mostly just sad."

All that to say: "We're partners, now. That means if you're bleeding, I gotta stand there and rip people's faces off if they find out."