this wolf wild heart was not made to surrender

“It is not for me to say, nor for you to know,” Ludo said, the image of vague otherness in that very moment. Personal questions, particularly ones about the higher nature of things, or its opinion on matters, had been what had resulted in its recent exile. Melita - sweet honey girl that she was - would get nothing in response. “What I think has been a call to action in the past. I would not taint the air with it again.” AKA I don’t want to get grounded a second time. LUDO Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own