10 years old | Taviora | 42’in 200lbs
My form approached her with caution, for I don’t know what happened. Were my love hurt? She called for me and something must have happened, right? The surprise in my eyes was just for I didn’t expect this scene at all. My Banshee cuddling the tiny form of a puppy. She haven’t given birth yet and there it was this tiny cute thing. She spoke, telling me that she couldn’t leave the puppy here. No, surely we couldn’t leave her here. She asked my permission to keep the child. There were puppies on the way and now we found ourselves here, with an abandoned pup.
- Oh, Banshee… Of course. I would never leave such an innocent pup.
I told her, approaching their form a little more and giving Banshee one affectionate lick between her ears. She seemed worried and I could do nothing but worry too. She spoke again, telling me she wanted to be back to the den and I nodded.
- Yes, sure… Do you want me to carry her?
I asked, wondering if she wanted me to. My muzzle was ready to take the little girl by her scruff and carry her carefully with me to our den in Taviora, should she allow it. I would follow her close and be there for her when she needed it. I only wanted to protect her and the pups. All of them. The beautiful tiny girl snuggling her. For some reason I didn’t find myself nervous at all like I thought I would be. It makes me feel confident.
”I am your prince charming”
.Attu