Whitebark Stream i'm sayin' goodbye, mom

She approached.
 
Daighre huffed. Dragged his feet. Came to a halt like it was pulling teeth. His ears rolled back against his head before rolling forward, and his stance was low, his head in line with his shoulders and spine. His tail hung in the air behind him like dead weight.
 
Along his shoulders and back, his hackles bristled.
 
And maybe—maybe—if he got to the bottom of what she wanted, of why she approached, the sooner she would fucking leave.
 
“What.”