Amongst the dust

Ignita moved to put the book back, talking as she did so. Her knowledge of siege engines was impressive… he’d never even heard of wolves using them in battle. In what strange way would they change the shape of the world around them?

The next book she grabbed was one that she proclaimed would help her with paints. “That’s a relief, I wasn’t sure I could feed the pack if I had to buy you another set.” His voice was light, teasing. So she would know he didn’t mean it. He eased himself down on his belly, not bothering to touch the books. Instead, he watched her. Watched her find joy in the pages of whatever book she fancied. He was glad she could find joy, reach that happiness so easily. After her tears and his, he had been a little afraid of how it would change them.