Whitefish River And I see fire, hollowing souls,

Head bowed and shoulders hunched, Leshen remained sitting, even at the arrival of another unfamiliar she-wolf — though he was not too rattled to offer her the same sort of accusatory stare he continued to give the first criminal. This co-conspirator was grey as stone, and had keen, sunny eyes that made him feel too anxious to look into for very long.

He side-eyed his hijacker as if she were lying about his circumstances, but the boy said nothing to refute her. He was so physically and mentally overwhelmed at this point that he would do just about anything to have them just leave him alone. Even if that meant sitting there, and listening to them yap about him, until they went away.

They would go away, right?