The Heartwood 名誉の重さ

Tiny legs worked quickly to keep up with the wolf’s wide gait. Occasionally he’d lag behind, bug or bird stealing his interest, but he did not eat. 

When he’d catch up, he would stay close to her. He felt uneasy around the others. Their stare was not warm, not like the purple-eyed lady’s.

When they stopped, he approached with her, though he did not walk closer than her back paw. He eyed the bright red gift.