Sugar had politely declined my offer to help, and so I had simply ended up turning from her and making my way with a few wolf lopes- before of course glancing back to make sure the girl was coming along. I can see her limbs shaking as she pushes herself up from the earth, and I cannot help the subtle whine that slips past my dark lips. I want to reach out to her, to comfort her in her time of need and help her. But I know already that Sugar is very stubborn, and I am more then positive that she would decline any further offer I made to help her. But instead of going off ahead of her, I wait patiently for her to make her way over to me, after collecting her children within tender, motherly jaws. I know she couldn’t keep up even at a normal pace- and I had no intentions of wearing her energy thin. When she reached my side, as I had paused to allow her to catch up- the next time I began moving I made sure to go just as slow as she, keeping at her side incase any dangers headed our ways. As we had turned away from the border I had first found the girl at, we were then heading deeper within the lands of my home- the lands of Bright Moon. Glancing up at her momentarily, my bright citrine gaze focusing on her own lovely irises, I wonder if she would like it here, if she would honestly enjoy being a part of Bright Moon. A part of me wishes desperately to persuade her, to convince her to stay here and become a part of the family. But I know she is unsure, and I have no desire what so ever to push her more then I have to. She’s already in a fragile enough state as it is.
We walk in silence for a few more moments, and suddenly- I realize she had no idea where we’re going. What a gentlemen I turned out to be. With a sheepish grin caressing my black lips, I allow my words to flow quietly, for her ears only; not that anyone else is even around us. But I like the act of murmuring my words for her only, a sort of intimate act in and of itself. “There’s a place I found while exploring Bright Moon- it’s a nice little hill side and at the base of the hill is one of the freshest springs in Blossom. I made myself a nice little den in the side of the hill and-” With a sudden jolt, I suddenly realized my choice of words. With my ears pinning back against my skull reflexively, I peer up at Sugar in case my words came off the wrong way to her. I wasn’t leading her to my own private den to take advantage of her or anything- no, I wasn’t that kind of wolf, that kind of guy. I prayed silently that she would know that about me already. I simply wished to take her to a safe area, a place where I knew she could rest without being disturbed. It would also allow me a few moments to greet a certain particular she-wolf who still stood on our borders- but by the masculine scent twining with her own I knew Raylen was already there with her. Ray- I hadn’t seen him since I had come back home to Bright Moon; I actually hadn’t seen him since Satowra herself left.. I wondered if I could face both of them, through the pain that I had felt so clearly and sharp. Would I ever be able to accept her back into my life again?
But that was not the source of my attention at the moment- at least not yet. Instead, it was the beautiful lady to my left, who held her newly born children so lovingly and carefully within her jaws. The sight of such a thing had my usually bright and intense citrine irises softening with affection, once again finding myself aching to reach out and embrace her, let her know all was well and would be well. But instead I remain silent, allowing my gaze to speak for me as we continue on our way. My abode happened to be not too far away, which I was grateful for because I didn’t want Sugar over exerting herself and walking too far. We had been traveling through a light thicket, and had finally emerged alongside the fresh spring. After another minute or two of following the stream, it was apparent that the land sloped upward into the hill I had mentioned. The slope wasn’t too steep, and it was even enough for the girl to manage and make her way toward my quaint den. Glancing toward her for about the millionth time, just to make sure she was following, I grace her with a small, welcoming smile. “Sugar, my dear- welcome to Rio’s lovely abode.” My smile seemed only capable of growing wider as I waited for her to make her way up the hill to beside me, before turning my gaze on the entrance to my den myself. It was then I suddenly felt nervous, anxious, and worried about what she would think of my homebuilding skills. The entrance wasn’t too shabby, and it was rather tidy looking- as I was a rather tidy boy. It dipped beneath the surface only to come out at an angle- leading to one of two chambers within the den.
The first was a rather spacious room, enough to fit three grown wolves- while the back room could only fit two, or perhaps one and a half. I didn’t go down yet, for I wished to see Sugar’s reaction and evaluation to my place. With ample amounts of patience under my belt, I keep my gentle gaze on her own as I await her verdict- eager to hear praise slip from her pretty crème muzzle.
who'll have mercy on my soul
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