Walking outside with the weapon, I test the string ’dry’ -
without an arrow
. It pulls back very easily and I even feel the moment all its
intricate parts
help take the load off the draw. With so much less strain, it’s easier to focus and shift aim.
"Ravi would have loved this..."
My second brother, golden-cream fur like the sun he was named after. Always laughing, warm to me, and
full of a vitality that drew others
- beast, human, shifted or not. I can see him in my head still, in all
those positive ways
.
> In ways I sometimes would like to pretend never existed, just to make things easier for myself. Just like with that Alpha, it would be so easy to deal with if they were awful people. Wider with your feet, little sister... and keep your elbow up - like that, he always instructed with a gentle voice. Never severe, Vrika. Guided me with patient adjustments, not firm corrections like in the etiquette lessons. Then came that awful day. Distant. Formal. Vitality covered by a cloud when I was near. I really don’t want to touch these. But if I remember right, the pack council has some method of surrendering finds like this. Maybe I could figure out a way to place them somewhere and report it anonymously? It’s being too helpful, again. I guess it’s never been anything but helpful. But you know, Vrika... <
As my eyes look at the five locations now marked on the map, representing what seems to be the
exact spots
I need to go to... I still feel that I just can’t bring myself to trust something whose
leverage over me
I don’t actually understand.