Chapter Fifty

I'd never learnt to whistle and I don't think I'll ever know how too. The man in the cell whistles a lot he also talks a lot. Will he said his name was Will a few weeks ago when he had arrived. He was different, despite the fact that he was an elf he looked like any other shifter around. His eyes were the first thing I'd noticed about him. They were the colour of mud an uncommon color for elves. He was also a bit shorter. He looked to be my height. "You know little one, I'm getting out of here soon." He said. He liked calling me that name "You wanna come?" He asks and I still... I hadn't seen the outside for so long. "Right you can't talk, sorry forgot. Anyways I have a plan." I grunt out, trying to stop him from talking. If the jailors here him he'd be put in the hole. He's my only friend. I didn't want to loose another person, not if I can help it. "Ah, aren't you the sweetest, but no they can't hear us, they're off to the bars, one of them's getting pups, I heard them talking now yo