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I knew she would come but I didn't know she would come like this. When she does appear in the sight of my good eye, I see the two corpses in her mouth and I know instantly where they came from. She took from my kill, but what does she plan to do with it? I watch her closely, tilting my head in curiosity as she sets the two bodies down and looks at me with a smile that makes it seem like everything's okay and forgiven. Can I really hope for so much? My lips curl at the sight of her eye, the one my fangs caught on our last encounter. I'm not angry at her. I'm angry at myself. Why did I let my rage get out of control; why did I hurt her? If she's cursed to be like me, I'll never forgive myself. She gives me little flitting looks that only further confuse me before she lowers her head. When I hear the chomping of her jaws, I don't know what to make of it, taking a step toward her in puzzlement as my good ear flicks back and forth, my tail flicking behind me. Then I see the blood around her mouth and the meat in her jaws before she chews and swallows. She's eating them? I've never even thought about it. We've eeaten on prey we've hunted together, rabbits, deer, whatever we could catch. We never questioned it. When she wasn't here, I hunted them by myself. It was harder but I managed. And now she eats wolf meat? It's so unheard of. I've heard stories of wolves who ate other wolves. I remember them from father and mother while growing up. They weren't thought of as evil or monsters, just different. I take another hesitant step forward, listening as she tells me that they're wonderful. My intention? My only intention was to take out my anger on someone other than her, to kill until the pain stops. She continues to eat. I stop a few feet away, still uncertain, sniffing the air. Finally I move over to her side, rubbing up against her and risking her own anger as I nip gently at her neck before lowering my head beside hers. I lick at the side of her face, tasting the young wolf's blood on her. My own body is still covered in their blood and it now stains her coat from where I've rubbed, making her smell of death, of me. I continue to watch her eat, nuzzling my muzzle into her fur. For now she seems happy with me and as long as that is the case, I will be here for her and protect her. When she moves so I can see her wounded eye, I reach out to touch my cold wet nose to it gently, my tongue rasping out to lick at it as I try to meet her gaze with the one eye she has and the one I have. "Ani...forgive me?" Adonis_male_six years old_entranced by Atania_father to 39", 190 lbs. Devil May Cry x Natalya * sired by Brother to Atania |