Damon's muscles felt sore, his every step accompanied by a mild but persistent ache. The discomfort, however, wasn't what truly troubled him. There was a sting in his heart, deeper and far more elusive, gnawing at the edges of his mind.
'Leona Valefier… I just don't get that beastkin girl.'
He couldn't comprehend her attachment to him. Their interactions had been minimal, yet she'd boldly declared herself his friend. Damon was aware that beastkin were often more direct than humans, especially regarding relationships, but this didn't sit well with him. Opening up to someone was never his style, and he instinctively searched for reasons to doubt her intentions.
"Caw, caw!"
The sharp cry of a raven broke his thoughts, pulling him back to the present. He stopped walking and narrowed his eyes at the familiar sound.
