The last we talked she was still worried about her father, and I couldn't make any promises about what would happen if or when I ran into her father.
"Where are your friends?" the Crowley asked. He had a dandelion clutched between his paws, his left cheek full of food; though it didn't prevent him from talking.
"I think they all thought I needed some alone time." I looked toward the trees. "Do you have family? I've never seen you with anyone else."
"Are you trying to make me feel good about myself?" He took another bite of the flower. "No, my siblings were killed by a wolf shortly after we were born."
I thought about Kyler and his exploration of the woods. He never mentioned eating other animals. "I'm sorry to hear that. I know what it's like to lose those you love."
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