Her paw pads feel delicate against my muzzle, and I cannot help the smile that caresses my features as she tenderly nuzzles me. Euphie is so affectionate, almost completely unlike the girl I had first come across all those months ago- and yet she is very much the very same wolf. Tilting my russet skull lightly to the right, I continue to gaze down at her quietly, taking in her expression of bliss and happiness as I do so. But she is abruptly and all too soon pulling away as I ask my question; why she had left in the first place. The gleam in her eye dims, and she almost gazes upon me with what one could consider sadness, a melancholy expression across her facial muscles. I wait both patiently and silently for her to begin, as I remain silent throughout her entire explanation. Her first part of her story has my crimson brow furrowing, wanting her to know I’ve never meant her harm once in her life; and the second has my hackles threatening to stand on edge. Isolation? For Euphie merely feeling something? It sounded an outrage to my mind, and while I am normally a rather calm, collected wolf; the thought of harm coming to the girl before me threatens to drive me over that edge of sanity.
Taking a few deep breaths to calm myself, I glance down at the dirt-hued wolf beneath me once more, anxious and hopeful that she did not see the intensity with what I just felt my emotions. Regardless if she did or not, I continue to remain silent as she continues with her story, speaking of rain falling. Briefly tilting my russet skull upward, I wait for the expected raindrop to kiss my muzzle, but nothing falls. Curiously I turn my gaze back on Euphie, only to notice that they were not rain drops- they were tears. Euphie’s tears. Without hesitation I find myself leaning forward to wash my tongue languidly across her cheek, taking away the salty tear without apprehension. The first mention of the male, the Alpha’s son, has me narrowing my bright gaze slightly. I didn’t like the sound of him upon first hearing of him, and would soon be proved just exactly why I would dislike him.
She whimpers, and I do not pause in leaning forward once again to wash away her tears with my tongue, urging her to continue with a small murmur of my voice. “ Tell me more, Euphrosyne..” I know she is avoiding my gaze, but I don’t mind. I would give her the time she needed to continue. And yet sooner then I expect, she is continuing; getting to the worst part of her story. Now I cannot help the curling of my upper black lip, the light but gentle snarl tearing through my chest at the thought of that male, that thing causing any amount of harm to my friend.. the rest of Euphie’s story passes me by in a blur, though I am still of course intently listening. My mind simply feels rather hazy, rather foggy, and briefly the imagine of snapping my jaws shut tight on the male’s throat comes to mind.. but quickly I toss my skull side to side to vanquish such thoughts. I was never one for violence, I had always been peaceful and forgiving; hell, I’d forgive anyone who hurt me. But, when it comes to hurting those I care for most, those closest to me.. that is when you cross the line.
Her last phrase has my ears perking forward, though, when she speaks of love. She had fallen in love? Perhaps she had met someone while away, or perhaps she had come into contact with another male of the pack. Both Tamlin and Raylen I knew would be fantastic suitors, but I could not detect either of their scents on her pelt. Perhaps some strange, unnamed male she met upon her strangers? If so; why wasn’t he here with her? And why had she come back then? Once again my crimson brow furrows in slight confusion as I keep my bright citrine-gold gaze focused on her; wondering just what was going on inside that pretty little head of hers. Pulling my body away from hers, I finally push myself off of her before rather gracefully sliding my large frame beside hers, making sure to press myself close to her to keep her warm and feeling safe. “ Love, Euphie? Tell me about him, I’m sure he’s wonderful.” My tenor voice is warm, soft, tender and comforting; I want to be there for my friend, and I want to fix all of her hurts and make all of her pains go away. It’s just the kind of wolf I am; the kind of wolf I will always be.
who'll have mercy on my soul
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