Whitebark Stream You're Too Young For a Broken Mind

"Maybe I'll go find myself a wife," Acheron had smirked to @Cassius as he'd departed Broken Boulder, then turned away to hide his own embarrassment. He hadn't even had time to register the expression on his best friend's face. He wasn't sure he wanted to.

It wasn't a wife he dreamed of when the nights were cold, but Acheron had always kept that to himself. His thoughts turned sullen as he set out in search of — fuck it, why not a wife? His father wouldn't let him have anything else, he was sure. Certainly not Cassius.

Did Cassius even want him?

Agitated by his thoughts which would not be tamed, he snarled reflexively when his gaze caught on a wolf wandering oddly by the water's edge. As if influenced by something, some kind of godless filth he was sure. Acheron bristled but moved no further, golden eyes fixed sharply on the figure.