When I die, I'll let go

The white wolf matched his attack, lancing the other side of the wolf with her teeth. She spit blood, and he grinned at her. Savage, wild. surprised but not unhappy. He didn't think there were any wolves left in the world he would trust. That he cared enough about to do more than use and discard.


“I'll be damned, it really is you” he said as she named him. He hadn't gone by Flare since he had left the streets, but the name settled back over him now like a familiar cloak. The tiger whimpered, shuddered, and snarled at them. Pissed off at the tag team attacks. “Down, boy” he snarled at it, smacking its snout with a steel covered claw hard enough to stun it. “thriving? Don't tell me some prince swept you off your paws…” he pretended to gag.