Shadowwyn Moor stare down the barrel

speaking of heda brings with it a pain in his chest, an ache in his heart that nothing but time or her appearance will be able to balm. he listens to her as she speaks, not all that eager to circle back to him. but it does, as he predicts.

ezra hesitates, almost wincing.

sort of, answers ezra. it vas ... harder for us. she vas not vell and i hunted for us, and then creeps in the thought that if he'd been a better hunter perhaps he could have helped her stave off illness. guilt and blame use his mind and soul as their battleground. ve did not eat like the sun clan eats.

he is not proud that he could not provide for his mother in a way that he thought he should've.

i am hoping that she is vell enough to join us soon.