Bramblepoint my seat is leather,

there were suddenly a pair of dazzling blue eyes before him-- except they were less dazzling today and more horrifying. he scrambled backwards, falling onto his rump and letting out a low groan, ducking his head into his chest and squeezing his eyes shut. this shit hurted. he processed her question, took in a gentle breath, and raised his head, eyes still squinted.

"yeah," he returned steadily, clearing his throat. great. not only was he disappointing towhee and co, but also the hot triples. just fuck him, right? "but-- he's alive, and he took.. my aunt," he added, ears splaying, "i think she escaped-- i couldn't find her." he hoped ceara was okay. prayed ceara was okay.

oh shit.

"llew-- something-- he was there. he ran when wolves showed-- i couldn't find him either."