Little salty tears rippled into the watering trough. Stars glittered overhead, and a cool desert wind washed across the sand. The clearing was eerily quiet, exept for the occasional sniffle and whimper. The wind rustled the trees, causing them to make a soft, whooshing noise. The full moon painfully reflected off of the still water and into his eyes. Veen shivered, wrapping around himself, paws holding his throbbing head. The words echoed in his head. '...You...you...IDIOT!'....'I love you, Salahari!'....'I hope you have a happy life now that you BOTH ruined mine!' He imagined the scene again. And again. And again. Then, came to a conclusion. He would never love again. Ever. He would only have room for a growing anger and hate. That night, Veen made a promise- A secret, defident promise. One way or another, it would happen.