amplifying the pain in frames and glass

When the reddish wolf stopped, Wylan was able to get a proper look at them. It was Hazel! “Hazel,I’ve missed you!”He moved forward, raising a paw - but she stepped back. He hesitated, momentarily thrown. It had looked as if she had been about to hug him, too. The sudden distance highlighted the time between them. He found himself wondering at the places she had been, the things she had seen. She looked different, and he couldn’t quite place why.

“Uhh… yeah, of course” he quickly agreed, leading her to one of the side rooms of the market. They were sometimes available for rent, but for now they were completely empty. He sat on the edge of one of the beds, and eyed her. Curious and a little worried. “Is it… is it mum, is she okay? Have you seen her?”

"Wylan Fatalis"