Northstar Vale Alérotos

The young wolf wanted to tell her that she might be ill. He thought he should call Meadow to check on her, but did not want to stick his nose where it didn’t belong. She looked weary, to him. The longer he traced the features of her face, the more he found the signs of stress.

Turning to walk with her, the boy drew his tongue over his whiskers.

I thought about visiting Meadow, but-

Antigone’s features were deep and pensive. He thought of the dirty man that had been there. He thought of the way the stranger had smelled, the way Meadow had described the frostbitten parts of him as being rotten. Sickness churned in his belly.

She had a man she was treating. He smelled horrible. I think I intruded on her, frustrated her. He wouldn’t tell his mom that he was glad the disgusting man had left.