The quiet presence of Reich is soothing to nerves that have never known a moments release. Even sleep was a tense time for if her mother was roused from her sleep by nightmares she usually took out her frantic heart on the slight figure of Fjallraven. Really, Fjallraven thinks, she was a pitiful creature. It was no wonder her mother wished to hurt her. Look how weak she was, cowering in the grass and unable to hunt for herself, a pitiful excuse for a wolf. As these thoughts swamp her suddenly she pauses in all she does, her eyes staring into the dirt with a faraway gleam and a sort of sad self-loathing commencing. Why had she been born? It would have been simpler if her mother and father had simply had their fun without procreating. Life would be much more enjoyable. Then again she wouldn't have a life so how the hell would she know?
She feels sad for this male too to be born with no voice. Yet here she was with a voice and she could never use it. It was a crime, her complete lack of everything, and she wonders why he does not simply do away with her. He watches her with that gentle expression. It is so foreign to her as she picks apart the rabbit and feels her stomach swelling.
When he shakes his head no at her question she feels somewhat crestfallen. She suspects he has a girl hanging around somewhere and that would certainly cause a scene if she tried to follow him. Because he had shown her kindness and she wanted to follow him everywhere. Her body freezes once more as his paw touches hers but his claws do not press into her smaller ones. He does not rip at her or condemn her for the food she has stolen.
Did he mean for her to follow him? Her eyes are wide and her tail moves uncertainly, slapping against the ground. "You mean... I can come with you?" There is a hushed hope in her voice, a naked yearning to have someone nearby that she can follow, because that is all she has ever known in this world. To simply follow, to trust in someone even if they abused it over and over.
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