Fairspell Meadow novus

Crowfeather blinked, taken aback at being referred to something akin to prey. The shadow did not like to imagine himself being hunted by the wolf duo he had met.

Then, Germanicus asked him why he had not said anything about it before. Crowfeather’s lantern gaze fell to his paws. The dark wolf felt the same dreaded shame creep through his belly, tingling his limbs in a way that he despised so strongly.

I-

Crowfeather exhaled through his nose.

I did not want to explain- to explain what his gaze meant to me. The way he called me beautiful.

It was not the first time Crowfeather had been treasured for his looks. The dark wolf did not wish to remember those moments, not even for Germanicus’ sake, not even to grant him answers.