Tithe

His head mirrored her’s, his tongue rolled out and an easy and amused pant. It seemed to him that he had come across a woman who had similar thoughts as he did toward the treeless territory. It was easy for him to answer her question, it had been something he had thought about many times, each time becoming more steadfast in his thoughts toward the two wolves. “I find them very difficult to understand. Neither of them seem to make sense in what they say or what they do. One either seems to act mindlessly, with no thought or real instinct. The lady, she did not seem to stand by what she told me.” He was far more sure of his words now than he had been when he had spoken to his own Queen. “I don’t trust them.”

At her name, he bowed his head to her. About to open his mouth to voice his usual, almost habitual, respectful words his voice was cut off by what she had to say. His eyes widened at her words and his jaws snapped audibly shut. Everything she said sunk deep into the wolf. The wounded puppy who had taken shelter in his armor, that had slowly started to heal cried out in silent pain. A bastard child, raised to avenge the circumstance of his conception, released from being a murderer by the murder of his mother. Faimmetta could not have known the effect on Tithe. If he had not been gone that day, would he have met the same fate? Destroyed by his own father? Possibly consumed by him? The ideas the female stirred in Tithe repulsed him.

A still silence fell between them as he tried to sooth the wounds he thought had been at least scabbed over. He stared at his paws. He could feel the fire of her passion beside him as it clashed horrendously with his own stunned stillness. “Lady Fiammetta, I no stranger to wolves like you have described Tobias to be.” His deep tones were distant and flat, still trying to resolidify himself. “I cannot act against the wishes of my pack, nor can I extend a promise for them. I do swear though, I will protect and help you if you ask it of me. If you are able to get these pups out of his grasp, I will do what you ask of me to find them a place where they can grow with a different understanding of the world.”

OOC- Bleh… I feel like this post ended oddly… I’m sorry!