and woven into shapes too bleak for dreams.
He definitely should not be the one standing here with this girl. He actually has no idea what to do. Well, that’s not entirely true. As she backs away, he is smart enough to take his own step backward, trying to make it clear he’s not here to hurt her. Yes, he liked fighting, but no, he didn’t really plan to kill children that just so happened to be plopped in the Valley. Even if it’s technically trespassing.
Thankfully, his shadow wolf is not lurking by his side. He’d crafted a few of them, and though most had gone back to being shadows on the ground, this one had decided to stick around. He doesn’t know why, but it does come find him now and again, lingering at his side for some reason Rhonan can’t fathom. But it is not here now, or the girl would probably be running in the opposite direction. Not that he could blame her. Rhonan wasn’t the most comforting presence around.
“Rhonan,” he offers, his voice rough though not necessarily unkind. Not exactly soft and soothing either, but still. He’s trying. It’s about the best he can manage. “This is the Valley, but hell if I know who your mom is. You know her name?” He’d help her look, if she had something to go off of. But it’s not like he currently had a clue where to start. He’s wondering himself who her mother is and why the mare thought it prudent to leave her child in the middle of the Valley.
rhonan.
dark wolf of the valley
