Dragoncrest Cliffs Witness Marks

When the second comes his eyes blanche, furling from the notion of violence and realizing in full the error of his decision to cross over and disrespect the scents of seawolf. 

Face laden with fear he looks up into the eyes of the mother. His heart aches.

He makes no persuasions, still wearing caution and a low body that spells out apologies, praying he’ll be forgiven-

From his throat he pushes his voice out and it drags like blunt nails against porous stone.

“Cah!”