Dahozhoni Meadow does my breath smell?

She didn’t press him for his background, seizing instead on the invitation to delve into her own past. Cambria listened in attentive silence, appreciating Odessia’s transparency as she spoke of her life. He smiled faintly at her mention of this area’s bizarre inhabitants, his head tilting in curiosity when she mentioned meeting a man before him. Any jealous thoughts were immediately waylaid when she said he’d died right in front of her. His mouth opened and shut with a quiet click as she continued without missing a beat. He let her finish, his brow furrowing quizzically at her mention of Fleur.

But rather than address that, he said, You mean, when Wyvern went after you? His heart panged as he said her name. I—shit, Dess. I had no idea. What happened? Cambria pressed, then thought to add, You don’t have to talk about it if it’s too painful. I’d listen if you wanted to, though.

It sounded like she wasn’t committed to a pack presently, which was something of a relief. Cambria was too busy grappling with the concept of attaching him to one wolf, he definitely wasn’t ready to throw himself into pack life again. He hoped Odessia would understand, once they got around to discussing next steps. The Dragonling swallowed thickly.