Trapped in the snare

He sighed, knowing the bitterness was bleeding into his words. It wasn’t fair what he had said, knowing what Spider had professed to him. He owed them more than that. He didn’t pull away when Spider moved closer, and he leaned into the smaller wolf. Spider didn’t have a magic fix for him, and he wasn’t sure why he thought the other might. Perhaps that thought had bled from the respect he had for the black wolf. But no one could spin magic to save him from the events that had happened.

“I don’t know, Spider. I don’t know what I do to help.” he huffed a soft laugh and rubbed at his eye. Must be some stupid dust in there. “What about distraction, tell me about what's been happening with you? It’s been… a while.” too long.


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