A Change of Heart
Ashbal flew through the night, reveling in the sounds of the forest. He was glad of the solitude his home provided, close enough to Lishaway that he could pick up some cattle here and there, but far enough away that he rarely conversed with the townsfolk. Humans were pitiful, all they did was scream and run away. The minute you tried to have a lovely conversation about relinquishing the town, someone began to scream. And if one person screamed, everyone screamed.
