Blacktail Deer Plateau i was a teenage werewolf

we should wrap this :v

His eyes had gotten rid of their usual glistening, they were now dull and cold as the upcoming winter that had begun to show its face through the frigid winds and freezing nights. He looked at her with an empty expression as she simple blabbered to him her piece of mind on the subject.

He listened to her, though in the end he made no attempt to even accept or deny the strength of her arguments. She meant well, that he was sure of, but still her heartfelt speech didn't cause any effect on him. Maybe it was the numbness of denial what blinded him to the obvious path she tried to guide him towards , or maybe the simple fact that his heart was giving up.

She wouldn't come back.
If his rival had been another man, he wouldn't have wasted a second by her side, but the Caldera was different. She wouldn't trade the world or take anything for the Caldera, not even his world or his heart.

Okay. he answered simply, his eyes already trailing off from the juvenile's face and to the horizon, where she had last been seen.