WORLDS COLLIDE 8.12

Fleas felt a little uncomfortable. Fatrwa kept staring at him. The other Wind Paws were locked up in pairs, but the matriarch was alone. Fleas, who had managed to remove his gag, wanted to talk to her, but he had no idea what to say. He was still intimidated by his own tribe, and even though he had grown up a lot and achieved an unimaginable ease thanks to the humans, his old self still held him back.

Two guards came through the door, weapons in hand, and looked over the Wind Paws' cells. They did this several times a day, probably on Dannke's orders. Fleas was still puzzled by their attitude. This kind, protective, somewhat scolding, but good-feeling human seemed to have disappeared. Had he ever existed, or had he idealized him? He could not help but remember the naiad and their encounter on the cay. There were also the cervids of the forest that Dannke had promised to protect by keeping their existence secret from Lorent. What if he had lied?