Ghost watched Old Crow as he slept; twitching and shivering. He shuddered himself at the thought of Old Crow settling down with a family of his own.

“I’d even built a nest!” Old Crow had told him once proudly.

Ghost had seen the many faces of Old Crow.

Some of them snarling and snapping. Others shy. Other coy. Others still bent and twisted mockeries.

All of them hiding something.

Ghost has yet to have built up the courage to ask Old Crow what had become of his family.

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