Overture Downs a hundred good stories makes me interesting at parties

His lips turned upward in a smile, eyes soft. The man had never quite been part of a pack, his mother in over her head with four sons, and his father, not a wolf he knew. Left alone one painful morning, the lot of them. 

Shard didn't know where any of them were anymore, only that he'd upset one of them and he was a tad bit scared to meet up with the others. But none of that mattered at that moment, the wind picking up his scattered thoughts and, like a helpful friend, piling them back to his current reality. Hollis. She'd had such a bad day so far, he felt compelled to give her a more pleasant end to it. 

You shall dine as you drink from a stream far more splendid. 

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