Firefly Ravine Bleak

oh, s'ord...

his voice mumbled softly against the fur of his brother. his eyes stung and gave to them the saltwater they had left behind.

he could only think of meemee and njord. how fitful they might be to see the injured boys gone — or if they did not know it yet, how frenzied they might become when they discovered it. quen could not bring himself to hurt them with an absent son again.

i'm goin', s'ord — an' i won' be de one ta take ya from yer family. not again.

his head shook softly.

ya call 'em, or i do.