no act of charity goes unresented

whatever comes, let it come

what stays, let it stay

Loren had glared at the spot Finn had just disappeared from for a long moment. It wasn't until Astra nudged the healer that he realized he was growling and fur had spread across his arms again, his teeth were fang-like, and his fingers clawed. Shoving back against his chair, he stalked out of the infirmary, taking deep breaths as he did. His luxere stared after him, but stayed behind.

By the time he reached Morgan's office, the shifting was mostly under control. Only his eyes, gleaming like a lion's, remained. He rapped his knuckles against the wood of the door. "Warden Aristomache? It's Loren. Might I have a moment of your time? I just met a member of the Order." He stepped back, clasping his hands behind his back.

what goes, let go

LOREN