58. Failed Promise
It was a few weeks after they had just met on one of the nights where he would talk about how his day had been to the owl beast whether it could understand him or not. He had been noticing it for a while now but took it to mean something different but that day he knew the gravity of what it truly was.
The weather that day had been less cold than it usually was and he was sitting by the small fire he had made from the wood he collected on a daily basis, strip of meats were hungs over the fire. His clothes he had managed to mend over time, since it was the only thing he had ti wear he took goid care if it. He had grown more proficient in wielding the ice fang, and had more confidence in his flame magic.
He trained longer that day than he usually did and had to hunt late that day. The owl beast was seated on its nest as usual, it had never left the safety of the egg making Eryndor winder whether it suffered any cramps.
