CampNaNo update and Friday Snippet

Camp NaNoWriMo started Monday and so far all seems to be going well. I've managed to stay on track and even a little ahead of the game. 


The project I have started is Raven's Tale. Yes, it's a working title, perhaps later I will have a contest to help give it a proper title. 


And here is your Friday snippet: 


"Where would the wolves have taken her, where can a Dragon or Wyrvling not go?"


It was a fair question, but that didn't make it any easier to admit he had no answer to it. Instead, he slammed his fist into the table, which complained with a groan.
"Stop that Bran, we can't afford to have you break all the furniture in this room before we've even slept a night here."
That was a lie of course, but she was right in one regard. He could not afford the questions or attention such a thing would draw. Pacing across the room he felt his hands and arms begin to shift, not into full wings, but the ghost of wings formed along them.
"Easy darling, the windows are still open."
Again she was right, and again he felt the need to slam into something. This anger, it was blinding him, and he couldn't quite bring himself to give a damn. He'd walked into a trap, worse he'd led Morrigan into it with him. Hanging his head, shame washed over him briefly as he recalled the moment they'd stepped into Arthur's rooms. There had been no coercion, no traps, no snares. The Dragon had been too clever for all that instead. He'd used the best trap there was, Bran's past mistakes. He'd let the beasty best him with something he had all but given them.
"You had no control over who scraped your blood off that rock."
He turned to face her and snarled. His hands clenched to fists at his sides, nails cutting into the calloused skin on his palms.
"I was so blinded in my grief and so greedy to have my daughter back that I did not even once stop to think of the consequences. I was not a newly turned Shifter, Morrigan. I had been what I am for nearly three hundred years. I knew the precautions I must take. I knew the consequences that would happen if I let my type be seen or worse a piece of me captured. I have NO excuse."
His voice was dull roar by the end, Morrigan had taken several steps back and looked to be on the verge of tears, or worse yet yelling back. Instead, she stared at him as she took several deep breaths then stepped away and counted to ten.
"I am going to go get dressed for dinner. When I return, you will be calm and ready to go down to the dining room."

I hope you enjoyed the snippet. Please leave me comments letting me know what you think of this new darling of mine.