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MUTE - AMUTAQ & ZETERI - LEVI'S SOUL- DEKU OF TAVIORA

Perhaps it was best that way that her soul was not healed. Perhaps it never would be. With Levi gone she guessed she was free to choose her own fate if she wanted, but the if she wanted was the part she wasn’t sure she would get over. Every moment she communicated with Dexter though she remembered she had a friend, and that things could get better. They would get better. He felt bad for her, wished to help her feel better and it was working. Having an old friend to talk to was becoming the string that was mending her soul. It had been a long time though since she felt happy or anything akin to hope or normality though and she hoped with Dexter back he was a good omen that maybe Levi would come back, or at least maybe she would learn she would be okay without him.

Tuari wanted a lot of things that most didn’t think of. However she also wanted to help others reach what they wanted. It was partially the reason she never tried to become the lead hunter. She thought she could make it work, but she rather be there to help whoever became it. She didn’t crave power she wanted the simple things. Friends, perhaps someday pups of her own. It might be boring but it was what she wanted a family and friends who could depend on her to help them do what they wanted. Of course she hadn’t thought of a family since Levi left, before no one lit a candle to what he made her feel. Now he only left her feeling cold and alone and she had felt like that for a long time now. Until today at least.

IT had been the first time she could put it aside. Though why she felt pleased that Dexter hadn’t yet achieved what she had she didn’t know. She was ashamed of herself for letting that little bit of negative emotion hit her and what was worse he certainly noticed her guilt. It wasn’t like she was hiding it well. She shook her head fervently a look of slight horror on her face that he would think he said something wrong. “Never!” She mouthed quickly a little gasp of air shooting from her voiceless maw. She was more ashamed knowing that he thought he had said something bad, worse that she couldn’t tell him that she wanted him to be happy too without the debacle of her muteness getting in the way. She wanted to express it that he needed someone too, if he wanted, but by his choice of words it seemed like he did but didn’t find anyone yet.

She felt a little bad though when she pressured him, especially when it was clear why. She wanted to know though, she wanted him to be confident in her that if it was a secret she wouldn’t tell. It was hard for her of course, but she wouldn’t even if maybe she should have. Of course the only one she could hold near perfect conversation like most wolves did was her deaf brother Jinan. There was no reason to tell him what Dexter did though, it wasn’t his business and it wasn’t her business either. It didn’t change how she felt about him though. He killed killers. It was like he was the hunter of hunters. It made him, to her, sound noble and brave. Her face looked in surprise at first but then understanding crossed her face. She smiled at him feeling so happy that he trusted her with this secret. It seemed though as if she understood him on a deeper level now.

”You help others. That is good.” She mouths simpy still offering him a calm smile. Wolves like Tobias… were horrifying she remembered when they came here, came attacking the wolves. The wolfess who hurt Levi before she vanished was one of them too. It always left a bitter taste in Tuari’s mouth that she was unpunished for how she had hurt him… Knowing someone like Dexter was out there, to Tuari at least, was good. He didn’t hurt the innocent, he hurt the bad and there was nothing to be shamed in that.

Still while she was distracted for a moment, she continued looking for her ideal starter tree. Low branches that were pretty thick. After you got on the first branch the rest got easier, it was just getting up was the hard part and balancing. That would take his own individual skills and practice, but now knowing his hidden work she knew for sure that he should know this. Prey animals didn’t think to look in trees for wolves, why would other wolves? It was something she hoped he could use to keep him safe now, help him grow and make sure he always came back. That was probably her biggest concern. Not the fact that he killed the killers but that they could also kill him. It worried her greatly to know that, but she knew he wasn’t going to stop something that only was confirmed when he said he didn’t really have any good stories.

She paused for a moment in her search looking at him in his own green eyes as he expressed that what he did wasn’t pretty, good or anything thing his family would be happy about. She knew the last alphas well enough to know for sure that he was probably right… They probably wouldn’t think it was all that good, and she was sure it wasn’t pretty. Heroic? She would argue it was. Tuari was sad though that he was ashamed of what he was. Her golden tipped ears fell back, a frown etching into her face again and a look of sympathy as well as worry going into her features. The mute girl could see him looking so sad, almost hurt.

She moved forward a bit tentatively not sure if he would accept the gesture, or touch she wanted to give. Placing her black forehead to the side of his neck feeling cold and warm at the same time. She felt bad for him. He was conflicted in what he did, it was like he wanted to stop but because of why he was doing it wasn’t letting him. Like how she needed to know there was still good in the world perhaps it would help that he could share his secret and know he wasn’t a monster that he was still cared for even if it was by some defective little mute girl.

Tuari