Status Updates From Keeper of the Wolves

He trusted me before I trusted myself.

I pretend I'm comfortable and Streg pretends he doesn't want to get rid of the animal on his back. It's a working relationship.

I trusted you once... I bled for you.

I became the wolf, the animal who wasn't good enough even though I had given everything. I had slept beside them, fought with them, and bled in their name. Though they called me brother, I wasn't anything more than an animal.

We became a pack of death.

And I remembered that I was a wolf, and wolves don't fight alone.

I'm guessing you don't have much experience with horses." ...... "Not riding them.

I was a wolf trapped in the body of a human long enough to cause trouble but not long enough that I could get settled into the customs and speech. I wondered if I would always be on the edge, not quite in one world or the other, an outcast in my mind as well as body.

I had been away from the fall of moonlight and the glow of the stars so long I forgot how real I felt beneath their quiet contemplation.

She had a strange way of burying what troubled her.

No animal in the forest was as motionless as a wolf when needed.

Searching and concerned, as though wondering if the man still existed beneath the wolf exterior. If I could have, I would have told her it was the wolf who existed beneath the man.