Swiftcurrent Creek tomorrow’s kings

He said nothing exciting had come to pass, then in the very next breath spoke of an intriguing visitor at the borders. Cambria listened closely, sussing out details. A she-wolf had come looking for Anselm. Etienne hadn’t said his name last time, though the contextual clues identified him. The Dragonling’s expression darkened, his mouth falling ajar at the news of abandoned puppies.

Forgetting momentarily his attraction, Cambria politely refuted, Etienne, none of that is ‘of no consequence.’ You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want but I take it this she-wolf—what's her name?—and Anselm are involved? They have children together? Children who are now alone in the bypass…?

“Dey will not come wit’ me,” he’d said, sparing him from the arrow of anger that pierced through the yearling’s heart at this news. What is with deadbeat parents? Cambria’s inner voice spat furiously, remembering how he’d only just barely survived his own mother’s abandonment, long after his sire had left them both.

He schooled his pale features to add, The rise is similarly full of familial drama. It’s strangely reassuring to hear it’s not just them, Cambria was forced to admit, letting out a breath and musing, Compared to what you’re dealing with, I suppose I’m doing pretty good….