Swiftcurrent Creek roll the dice

Kieran despite his intrusive past. Despite the face that he was betrayed in many ways, he was a trusting soul. Some could say, too trusting, perhaps? He tilted his head, green eyes alight on the small form before him. She was such a tiny thing, a small smile went across his maw. Her and Scimitar, would make fine children. And he wished them, all the luck in the world.


He laughed at her jest, he was no longer handsome. Perhaps, once upon a time. However, not anymore. He tilted his face towards her, so the the sunlight lanced across the scar that marred his face.

"'andsum, ah. naw more bonny lassy." He gave her a small smile though.

His smile quickly went south, at her next words. He looked down quickly.

"Ah. naw, love is not for me lassy. oi tend ter break things, whaen oi touch dem. Kaskara is me dear mucker, an' oi love 'er as such. oi chucker not nu falwasi well."

He supposed if any wolf could get him to love them, it would be Kaskara. The one female to show him kindness all the time. But as far as he could tell, she only saw him as her friend. And he refused to think beyond that. The thought to painful. Just like that his grief sliced him anew, all over again. As he thought of Kiva's pretty face.