Nova Peak keep the rage tender

Shifting his weight, he peered down towards the earth underfoot, waiting for something. He didn’t have the energy to fight in any sense of the word, travel-worn and exhausted by the reminder of the past. He didn’t want to look at her anymore, scared of what he might see—or wouldn’t see, actually. Yet, when she spoke, he couldn’t help but drag his gaze back up towards her own. For a brief second, he even looked into her eyes, before casting his stare down to her muzzle. “Gon ste bants op…” he answered, trailing off at the end. “Gon ste kom daun op…” For choosing one wolf over the pack, really, though he couldn’t find it within his heart to regret wanting to be with his sister.

Again, he stole a glance at her eyes, only this time his eyes returned to the ground immediately after, rather than staying on her. The bird that circled overhead went by not unnoticed—the sound of its wings forbid that—but unacknowledged.