“Sometimes he could sense them, though, as if they were still with him, only hidden from his sight by a boulder or a stand of trees. He could not smell them, nor hear their howls by night, yet he felt their presence at his back… all but the sister they had lost. His tail drooped when he remembered her. Four now, not five. Four and one more, the white who has no voice” — Summer (Bran).
my life goal is to buy out an entire concert and then the artist will come on stage so dramatically and it will just be me sitting there like
desperate and broken.