look what you made me do
Summit felt spoiled in the Heights. He'd never been treated this well. Just as Greer has said he was looked after. Already the heat in his neck had lessened, and there wasn't too much fluid dripping from it. Or he thought. Attica had had the medicine, and Pyriel had set it to work. He could get use to this. Why hadn't he left home sooner? He knew why, but the reasons seemed even dumber now. How could he ever think his father would change when he didn't even like looking at him. A grumble passed through his jaws, and he re-positioned his seat.
Set a top a high perch of stone, he was looking down on the stream, debating about what he ought to do when the sun went down. It was not quite dusk, and his stomach was starting to tell him it was hungry. A tiny rock clicking down the hillside brought his attention upon a dark figure. He might have thought it was Greer in the silent moment, but the eyes were wrong. "Hey," he called, motioning for her to join him. If she wanted to. They were pack mates after all.