Noctisardor Bypass What would I ever do with a rose?

Anselm didn’t just feel poorly about Glaukos — it was a deep and disfigured emotion that he could assign to that man, most akin to a savage species of enmity. Glaukos had hurt Anselm; fine — he’d twisted the man’s scruff so hard he bore the mark of it all these weeks later. But he’d done something even worse than that. He’d put his hands forcefully upon Etienne, going so far as to temporarily paralyze him. 

For that, Anselm would never find forgiveness. 

He was surprised Druid was encouraging - but on second thought, she’d had several teeth displaced by the brute. Anselm considered her offer for a long moment. 

Vould that not be abandoning the puppies? He asked at length, drawing his gaze from the kids to Druid’s multimark face.