Moonspear BWP5—siren

Dragomir had the passing thought that he should return to his persual of his mother's lingering trails on the way back from Bramblepoint, but chose instead to follow the distant raven that was Hydra. His thoughts were swirling in his head faster than he cared to think about them, and through it all, the cutting disappointment of a meal lost. He couldn't ignore that disgusting smell or his Alpha's warning, but tearing himself away from the trail of living prey was akin to physical pain at this point.

He chose to focus on other things, and hastened to catch up with the queen. The faster he went, the more pronounced his limp was, but on home turf, he didn't care about that. Determination snaked its way through him, chasing off the beginnings of the shame that burned him whenever he thought of how his once-smooth gait broke with every step.

Can we talk? called Dragomir when he thought he was in shouting distance, pinning his ears respectfully back and wagging the tip of his tail.