Chasing tail

He wasn't the boy next door you snuck out to trade kisses with. He was dark waters, all or nothing. He was a risk and a challenge, and she wanted to dip a toe in the water, afraid she'd get wet. He noted the subtle panicked cry for help she gave her bird - and no matter how calmly she would deliver it, it was exactly that. She was afraid, and calling for help. Poor sweet flower, she feigned strength she didn't have. He was disappointed in her, disappointed learn it was all talk, a s how quickly she fled a battle she clearly did not believe she'd win.


“Good luck, Enyo the coward. Perhaps one day when you find your strength we'll meet again.” He told her with a mocking farewell, letting the bird-wolf with the hammering heart escape him. Alas. He had better things to do with his time.