If one would have told him that his life would have changed that day at the river he would have denied it. Swore that one so scarred and torn did not deserve such things. His sins far too long to be redeemed by the sight of her. For he can still taste the storm, the rain on his skin as they drew into one another for warmth. Strangers who seemed to pull to another for reasons all their own, playing on their wrongs as they righted each other by their presence. She was like a balm upon his soul, a soothing effect despite the fact she was but a stranger to him. That day he had attached himself unknowingly to her. Allowing her to dig beneath his skin and all he could do was blink at the changing emotions that appeared with her. Even now they are shifting, morphing into something he cannot describe and yet even without a word for what he feels he cannot deny the need to prolong the feeling, to absorb all he can in fear it all will be gone in the blink of an eye. He stays close to her, to her children. Desperately trying to attach himself, cling to what he feels when they are near. It is almost comical, the fact that he once torn meat from bone, caused many sufferings to others and yet now, now four little heartbeats and their mother could make him submit with just a whimper. And yet he would not change a thing.

As orange eyes blink at the smaller male, he tail still waving with a friendliness he cannot explain, his ears are trained at the noises within, always listening and protecting those that belong to her. She loves them, that is evident and with her love for her children he will do anything to protect them. It is the voice of the male that causes him to focus once more upon him. Meryl. It is not a name he has heard of, though he knows little of those that do not reside within the den. As his lips part to speak again he is silenced by the warmth that rubs along his side, he cannot help but to lean into her. Turning his muzzle as she moves past him to let it rub along her side as she passes. A touch that is for comfort, for contact, a touch that is beginning to mean so much more for him as his heart stutters as her scent drowns his lungs. No longer are his nerves so prominent as before yet he cannot deny the slice of fear dashed with bliss at the way his heart pounds when she is near. He does not question this new change yet he does not voice it either, leaving it alone to fester and grow or either smother out though he does not think it will be the latter. As orange eyes fixate on the sleek silver form of his friend as she greets Meryl with fondness. For a brief moment there is jealousy, yet it is quickly snuffed out by the happiness that seems to shine from her this moment and he cannot help but feed off her excitement even if the other male is the cause for it.

Briefly there is a look of curiosity that crosses his scarred face as he watches them, before he feels as if he is intruding upon their moment. Smiling softly as Daenerys glances at him, eyes softening as her ear shifts to listen within the den. It causes a choked chuckle to escape, for even with her brief break from the children she is always worried and curious as to what they are doing. Perhaps it is the safety he feels at the fact that Meryl and Daenerys care for one another that allows him to turn his back to them without fear of danger as he steps towards the mouth of the den. A coy grin on his lips as he lowers the front half of his body, his chest almost touching the ground as he rear end is sky high, orange eyes fixated on the children as a mock growl rumbles from his lips, he knows with the absence of Daenerys they would flock like charging tiny elephants to investigate, why not throw them a playful bone? Perhaps with Meryl to distract Daenerys he could finally allow them to escape the den and roll upon the soil they rule as princes and princess of the mountains. As the excitement to play with them among the dirt and grass grows with each step they make. Hoping he will not receive a sharp reprimanding bite to the butt for his sneakiness, then again for some reason that too seems appealing as his cheeks flood with a blush.

Is this the end i feel?

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SEVEN - MATE: NONE - IMPRINT: NONE - OF SPIRANE