Hideaway Strath One in the chamber, blood in the water, my love

Sure, he replied, glancing again at the black-and-red wolf when she spoke to the other one. Jesus, her voice was messed up. Ephraim might've felt a little bad about the snap judgment and the concern if he knew it was simply because she was deaf, but he didn't. Instead, he assumed it was an illness and all he wanted was to get far away before he could catch whatever had made her sound so terrible.

He didn't offer any well wishes of his own. He didn't care about the well-being of these strangers, and that would no doubt be mutual if they knew whose son he was. He simply turned and departed, shivering once at the intrusive, immediate memory of Towhee's grating tone calling out across the distance.