Kildeer Rest otter boy

the boy watched over her work, and his anger gets the best of him. why doesn't he speak of the past? did he feel guilty? is that why he found another instead of daring to return for red leaf? or maybe he really did give up on her.
heh. he chortles, slumping within himself. am i part of that past, then? it slips from his lips. it takes only for a chill to run up along his spine and straighten him out. his eyes are wide and wild. words escape the petrified husk of ghelan.

i'm sorry — i didn't mean it. the spirits might haunt him for this. there was no past for him to tell her about, and there might not be a future for him either.