Shadewood let not light see my black and deep desires

"no! not an egg's! first of each-" but she was gone.

perched on the edge of the squirrelhole, he watched her disappear out of view. for a bit more, he actually felt good about how he resolved the whole thing.

... then it dawned on him what her last words meant, and groaned with frustration.

worst of all; he'd do it.

windfather strike him, he loved that person more than he feared the teeth of vengeful hunters.

... horrid thing to realise about himself.

soon he departed himself, leaving the shadewood to its wolves.