On his retreat, he felt yet another surge. A tear, in what once was barely holding on. Whatever it was, Kris would be damned to give it another thought.
The witch. The student body. Designations around the vicinity… who cared anymore? Who could he even confide in?
It would only be a matter of time before Colla was back on his case. His thoughts drifted back to her mother, making Kris wonder if now could be the right time to make a visit.
… Probably not.
His ears twitched back, remaining pinned behind his head as onlookers took in the sight of him.
His werewolf shifted form wasn’t exactly the most well cared for since being home. He could stand for getting groomed.
… It’ll have to wait.
… If I know anything it’s that news travels fast on this side of the territories.
Murmurs
