Barrow Fields Bramble shark

Mireille was not a familiar name to the boy. He wondered if he’d met her, had only forgotten her name and her face and everything else that she was. It didn’t feel familiar, even in the lost sense of the feeling. It must have been long enough for new blood to give birth to their young. Something bittersweet bit at his tongue when he considered Sapphique’s success.

Sobeille did not hesitate to return the question to him. The young man stared at her for a long moment, his paws shifting, his heavy eyes burning with the shame he felt inside.

My mama’s dead, he snapped. That was enough questions.