you say that our love is draining and you can't go on; wolfey

[Wherewolf]

He has his mother's habit of walking the moors, of lingering near the edges of the cliffs and watching the waves, and her habit of glowering at the emptiness as if it is too crowded by the wind and grass. He seeks these wild places where one careless step might mean death to someone else, but not to him. Never to him. It burns at the center of him and feeds his brooding nature like a breath blown softly over coals.

He rarely thinks of her these days, nearly two years have passed by since they met on the grassy knoll and fought in the mud. Wherewolf has had plenty of opportunity in that time to find others to goad into hating him, and the gold-striped girl was not even the first to claim that right - though she was, perhaps, the first to accept it so fully. Amarine still struggles with his nature, and his mother's feelings have never seemed to progress beyond indifference to her son. No, it has been some time since he has seen her and thought on that day, but it comes back in a rush when he spies her, strutting across heath like a jungle-cock, but if the girl is so sure of her own growth, she should expect that he has, too. His path does not change, but he does stop, and glare, with ears angled back and broad cheeks tense.

Yes, he remembers. He also wonders. He is not an overly curious character by nature, if anything, Wherewolf makes an effort not to notice anything at all, but it is hard, when there is so much space between them, not to see. Not to notice something similar in her shape and build and color. Familiarity scratches at his brain but the picture does not come.

She looks like someone.

There's a glint of teeth. It's almost a smile, but it is not a friendly one.

"Hello, Witch."

And then he disappears.

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Wolfey says thanks but no thanks bc the rent is free here and the fridge is always full. Plus he doesn't know how to run a washing machine. (I'm not sure if wolfey hits the activity markers, but star has my permission to try to steal him)