Blacktail Deer Plateau i’ve waited for you all my life

But what could he do to prove he was trying? Everything was already laid out on the table with them; he knew Cupid would make a terrible parent. So did he. The brute harbored all of his anxieties; he's a nightmare on legs, following him now. 

I'm not killing them. See? I can be good. Cupid swallowed, then sniffed around a tree. He still refused to face him.