I know she’s returned. I knew it the moment her virtually nonexistent scent flared intensely within the territory. Our lady, my lady, has come back and is waiting for us at the border of Bright Moon- just as would be expected of her. She knows she left to some of us- me included- without a word, and it had been hard for us all. But at the moment, Sugar is first priority in my mind- I had always been a self-sacrificing wolf and this time was no different. I would set my own wants and feelings aside to aid my new friend who was obviously in need to assistance, though I also knew Sugar could easily take care of herself. There was just a feeling that I happened to have in the pit of my gut that told me she needed someone around, to make her feel safer, more comfortable. And of course I was her boy for the job- I had no qualms about sticking around the pretty new Mother, it was only when Satowra’s scent hit my olfactory senses that my mind began to churn. As much as I would have liked to, there was no possible way that I could conceal such emotion and thoughts crossing my mind- I had always been a very ‘open paw’ as some have referred to it, my bright citrine eyes being very expressive and readable. Even my maw with it’s few facial muscles always seemed to be betraying me, giving away my every thought and wonder. But as the sweet girl before me speaks, my thoughts leave Satowra and return completely to her, my gentle gaze finding hers in a rather tender manner. I don’t want to intimidate her, and I want her to view me as an equal. True, indeed, I am the Gamma of Bright Moon, but at that moment I just wanted to be Rio- Sugar’s knight in shining armor.
Her voice is soft, quiet; music to my ears. She seems to be speaking softly due to her children, who are contently nuzzled up against their Mother’s stomach in their infant embraces, and I cannot help but turn my gaze down on her children as well. They are beautiful, all three of them in their own turn. My golden gaze takes in each pup individually, as a gentle smile curls upward at the corners of my black lips. Movement from Sugar is detected out of the corner of my eye, and I’m soon looking back up at her own muzzle as she speaks. I make eye contact with her now, hoping that she will return her own on me, before my smile breaks wider at her agreement. So, it was settled then. I would whisk her away to my wonderfully private abode within Bright Moon, and she would make herself comfortable there. Then perhaps I would be able to excuse myself long enough to greet my former lady, but at the thought my mind suddenly halts all thoughts; what on earth am I going to say to her? The pain of her departure is still fresh within my chest, but I cannot help but feel the longing to reach out to her, embrace her and welcome her home. A whine threatens to escape my muzzle but I quickly stifle such an urge- now was not the time for such petty pup antics. Once again I find myself drawn back to her voice, voicing how she does not wish to be a distraction, and that she feels bad for distracting him from his previous arrangements. Previous arrangements? She must be referring to the pack hunt.. with a slightly goofy grin then plastering it’s way across my facial muscles, I let my mellow and rather suave voice flow forward, hopefully making her smile in the process.
“My dear lady- I would much rather be in the presence of a ravishing, glowing new Mother then hunt with a big bunch of bafoons.” At the word I used, ‘bafoons’, I give a rather theatrical show of rolling my bright eyes, as if saying, hunt with those morons? yeah right!, and of course both phrases, ‘bafoons’ and ‘morons’ meaning my fellow brothers and sisters of Bright Moon. It was all a playful jest of course, and by my highly expressive eyes the gleam in which shines within is an obvious give away to my delight and amusement. I can only hope Sugar feels the same way about my words. I then watch silently as she pushes her most likely still sore body from the ground, seeming to teeter on delicate limbs before stabilizing herself. She then makes to scoop up her children from the ground, despite their probable cries of determination, and I once again cannot help the words softly slipping past my russet parted jaws. “Sugar, love, I can help move them if you’d like some help. Though if you don’t want me to it’s completely understandable.” My voice remained quiet and tender as it had been before- I really didn’t want her to view me as the enemy or as any negative aspect in her environment. I wanted her to view me as a safety net- something, someone she knew she could rely on and help her through times when she needed it the most. If Sugar had allowed it, I would have moved forward to help carry her children, whichever she allowed me to, before turning on my heels and beginning to make my way toward my secluded base. If she had politely refused, as part of me knew she most likely would, but wished she wouldn’t, I would have waited until she was ready before turning and making my way from her children’s birthe place.
As I walked, my neck swiveled about on my frame to glance bright citrine irises back at Sugar, eager to see if she was following or not. I would have gladly waited forever for the girl to catch up, if that's what it took. And it seemed that in the very depth and minute recesses of my mind, my heart called out for my lady still alone at the border- but it was snuffed out upon making eye contact with the gentle thing before me. I had a duty to fulfill, and the buried part of myself would just have to wait patiently for my final attention; if I ever gave it any.
who'll have mercy on my soul
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