The moment her body touched his, he knew he had been wrong. He had questioned his feelings, the call of the world around him. Days had been spent denying the call of fate when all he had needed to do was give in and answer.
His body and soul vibrates at her touch. A soft, pleasant, rumble rolled through his chest. Pleased, complete… mournful. He had left her too long, when she had needed him most.
The cruelty of life. he whispered softly to her. She stepped back, already she was too far away from him. There was a soft whine, and he gave in. Lowering his large body, he brought himself to her level and stepped forward. His movement were smooth and fluid with the wind as be brought himself close to her again. Unconsciously, his tongue gently went to her face, wiping away the tears his fur had not been able to catch. I will not be late again. he promised through his breath. Being so close and uniting with her again he could feel her beside him. But he could feel so much more. His bright eyes looked to the small cut on her lip. His consciousness seemed to search her through those eyes. You are hurt… and you are hollow... Whether he was referring to the hunger he felt in himself through her, or the loneliness written on her face, he wanted to help. Everything in him yearned to fill the space within her.