Duck Lake so i could buy a diamond ring

it seemed their short meeting had already come to a conclusion. thorn gave a half-smile as liri announced her leave— it was not as if he could stop her. 

all the same, as he watched her limp away, thorn had some misgivings. she was awfully incapacitated, and for a lone wolf that was perhaps the coldest curse. 

yet he knew she would not appreciate or even entertain an offer to come back to diaspora. troubled as thorn was, he was not a wolf to beat a dead horse or hedge his efforts against something with little reward. rising after some time spent thoughtfully picking over his next endeavor, the black eyjolfur made for diaspora at a casual lope.