Everest
Ever feels his shift itching at his bones once the snarling of the wolves reaches his ears. Had Mateo not...done whatever he did, and had the spirit not appeared, the Hart boy would certainly have shifted and gotten himself mauled, or worse. Instead, it's the scent of raw meat that distracts his canine mind enough for the boy to get himself under control.
Mateo's fingers are cold and insistent in his, and despite his aversion to being touched (though Mateo usually is the exception to this), Ever trundles along more willingly than he ever has before. "I...they can scramble pretty high up a tree. And jump. I think we should just keep going. If we stay, they might just surround the tree until we're cold and fall asleep, and then.." Suddenly, Everest wanted to cry. Not because he was scared (though certainly he was that), but because this situation suddenly felt too big for him, and he wanted an adult, but it was just he and Mateo.
"Which is closer, your dad's houseboat, or your nona's cabin?"
Mateo's fingers are cold and insistent in his, and despite his aversion to being touched (though Mateo usually is the exception to this), Ever trundles along more willingly than he ever has before. "I...they can scramble pretty high up a tree. And jump. I think we should just keep going. If we stay, they might just surround the tree until we're cold and fall asleep, and then.." Suddenly, Everest wanted to cry. Not because he was scared (though certainly he was that), but because this situation suddenly felt too big for him, and he wanted an adult, but it was just he and Mateo.
"Which is closer, your dad's houseboat, or your nona's cabin?"
the words you speak
become the house you live in
become the house you live in
