Qeya River heavy is the head

he didn’t scoff, didn’t offer any of his usual sharp retorts. he listened, his ears tipping forward slightly, his crimson eyes narrowing as he absorbed her meaning.

blackfell straightened slightly, his broad frame holding steady under her scrutiny.

i know what she needs. i know what she deserves. he says as she walks away, his ears swiveling with contemplation. i will be that.

and maybe he was a fool for trying, but he'd gladly be one.