Qeya River rhodonite

Panic pierced though Darrow's skin. He leaned on the adrenaline and faced this kid with a challenging stare.

I need to what? He nearly interrupted, but he swallowed his words as eyes blinked from the shadows and another emerged, robed in light and shadow and commanding respect only by her age and the name she carried on her broken tongue.

Sheep Killer. Ksura.

Yes - that's him!

They were here - though Darrow didn't know why mom had changed her name. What was wrong with Ash Star to make her become Sheep Killer instead?

But ah, did it matter? The boy talked again, and Darrow spared him a cursory glance; he could already tell they weren't going to be friends.

This is where I was born, well... almost, this is where I was raised. If anyone didn't have a right to be here, he was looking right at his face. And yet, so maybe he should have been more prudent and waited outside for someone to attend to him - but if he was in the wrong, Darrow wouldn't admit it. 

I'll wait for him to get back, he said with a shrug, will you at least take me to Ash - er, Sheep Killer, then?

Was that such a hard thing to do? He didn't yet understand that his father was the only wolf either one spoke of.

Sorry he's such a butt, thanks for putting up with him ;___; <33