Dawnlark Plains hymn to blood

We will argue.

The young wolf huffed a breath through his nose. He didn’t want Lestan to frustrate him. Not when he seemed more… himself, or at least how Swordfish had grown to know him while searching for Blossom.

While the two pressed on, Swordfish insisted.

Yer gonna drag the two of us out here an’ then scamper off an’ what? Leave us waitin’ in the woods? Seems real smart, Lestan. Real clever not knowin’ where yer goin’ or what the fuck yer doin’.

At some point in his rant, he had lost the edge to his voice. When he let silence fill the space following his words, his cheeks burned with embarrassment. He didn’t even know if Lestan would listen. In moments, the black could return to his eyes. The life stolen from his voice.