Wheeling Gull Isle There are darknesses in life

           

A snarl lifted her lip after a moment. His words striking a cord with her, “Fuck you.” She spat, instantly angered. “You startled me first. Don’t sneak up on me.” Padma huffed, a deep seated glare narrowing her eyes.

“Now answer the question.” She wouldn’t back down, despite the fear gripping her heart, Padma insisted. She wouldn’t cower as she had before. She was done begging; it had gotten her nowhere before. “Who are you.”

While waiting for an answer, she took in his scares. Searching for the wound that now bled freely. Now that she thought clearly, she realized that Strand’s scent clung to his fur. Perhaps his wasn’t an enemy, but that didn’t stipulate him as a friend.