Allen would let the young boy go in peace. His dark gaze would follow Shrike as the boy left, wondering if the child truly understood what he had to say. He truly hoped that Shrike did feel better about the situation and would be able to move on. The calico man would rise, shaking his head with a small smile. The boy had some growing up to do and, in some respects, reminded him of his nephew and his nephew’s son. If only Nona were here... He was sure that his beloved mate could get through to the boy on a deeper level than he could. With one last look at the water Allen would set off for his den to spend what he thought would be another night alone.
