harness your blame, walk through
The stranger took a moment to process her answers, and then divulged his own name. Greer nodded slowly. Seamus. It rolled nicely off his tongue. Greer glanced back at the woods as Seamus had, wondering where exactly she had crossed the border. Must have been at the tree line; that seemed most likely. “Border guard, eh?” She chuckled drily. “Very efficient.”
Perhaps she moved the wrong way, or maybe it was just her body reacting to too much stress, but suddenly her leg pinched painfully. Greer sucked breath through her teeth, disguising a hiss. She looked down at the wound and frowned. It wasn’t bleeding freely but the scabbing was crusty and black, threatening to ooze. While Greer had never been squeamish, the sight of her own mangled body caused some sort of churning in her stomach.
She sighed. “Aye, sure.” She agreed flippantly to Seamus’s promise of protection. Greer herself had never been in a pack, but her mother had, and she’d had all sorts of interesting opinions about them. Needless to say, Greer was skeptical. “No pryin’ needed. It was a freak thing, an’ ah plan on avoidin’ the freak who did it fer the rest of mah days.” The she-wolf nodded briskly as if to affirm her words.
Seamus’s assurances of resting caused Greer to let out an involuntary sigh of relief. Perhaps the indiscretion made her seem weak but at least she hadn't had to ask. She wasn't really sure she could force herself to walk at the moment. “…Thanks.” She muttered quietly. The spring sun had finally begun to warm her back, placating the shivers that had continued to plague her.
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