Ocean's Breath Plateau fire rabbit

So much of what they were doing was wrong. Anselm felt this in his heart and wondered when, or what path, on which the long road he’d walked in life, had lead him so far astray. 

There was no coming back from this. If his heart was black before, it was surely rotten now. He’d committed a capital treason against his own kind — and by extent, his own person — by violating one of the deepest laws in wolfdom. 

Thou shalt not trespass. 

He hid his anguish as Sun Eater approached the child, who did not recognize the face of his own father — at least not initially. Anselm found this incredibly sad, and for a moment panicked — what if Ezra forgot what he looked like?

Or worse still: what if Ezra was better off not knowing the face of his own traitor-kin father?

Ksura’s sudden shift in posture pulled Anselm from his internal blithering. He looked to the man briefly, as if surprised — but then, realizing why he’d done it, Anselm did the same— head low, topline soft, and eyes elsewhere as he drew himself to a sit to show appeasement.