The Heartwood [PHE] cloud girl

His instincts told him to get as far from Moontide as possible- and he dreaded the trip inland toward the woodlands where Grey Face had some unfinished business. They could be hunted down, chased- villainized if they were caught. He found himself dizzy from walking down the thin railway edge; the wrong side of the tracks kept pulling him to teeter over.

Sun Eater and his son would wait nearby, for two days. Presumably to avoid conflict- the wolves whose pack they had raided might be here, and the man and his son would likely be recognizable. 

Ksura knew that if he found Wren or Silvertongue amid the gathering that no good could come of it. He’d already held onto the matchstick for too long- the burn of the flame against his thumb was something he now had to embrace. 

I have no business here. He said to the man, once Sun Eater and his son left. I didn’t sign up for any trouble so…You’re on your own. 

He had a wife to return to, a new life to embrace. It had already begun with grief, trespassing, kidnapping…And that was enough of a sacrifice.