Posted on October 13, 2021 at 01:45:37 PM by Björn
He gave Siobhan space - all the space that she had silently requested. She requested it by the the slightest drop in her gaze as he had approached and way she avoided him most days. He told himself it was for the best. He told himself she just needed time. And so he gifted her both, time and space. He watched from a distance as Tigerlily and her grew together. A smile traced across his lips as he watched their friendship blossom. They needed each other. So he stayed away. He did nothing to stop the widening chasm between them and with each inch it grew colder until upon meeting there was just a curt nod and a forced smile. He did notice when Siobhan disappears, her brilliant red form just behind a thin wall of trees in the heart of the Inlet. He pushes aside the warning that he should give her space and presses forward. He can not ignore the instincts that whisper to him. She is different today. There is a tension in her shoulders and difference in how she carries herself. He trails behind her, his steps soft across the tender tundra grasses. He lingers just on the other side, a thin wall separates her from him. How he wants to be at her side... to be there to press his muzzle against her straining neck and to whisper how strong she is. He swallows, the fear grips at his throat and he feet remain frozen in place. He hears the soft grunts and the laborious breaths, finally the whispers and words of encouragement. A sigh lingers on his lips, but it is short lived as the next words are filled with alarm. Immediately his ears sweep backwards. Who had come for Siobhan? But then a familiar voice speaks. N.asa. The tension melts from his body as their conversation begins. She is safe. They are safe. He can hear their words spoke softly, impatiently he waits until he can not stand to wait any longer. Gently he shoulders his way through the low hanging boughs and clears his throat as he steps into sight. His glacial eyes are fixed on Siobhan and his daughter, a soft smile tugs at his whiskered lips. "I saw you leave an-and I wanted to check on you and make sure you were okay," he says gently. His gaze then shifts to N.asa, who stands guard near by, a warm smile tugs at his lips. He then draws his gaze back to Siobhan, "if you like I can come back.." Bera Konung of the Inlet Icelandic Mutt // 15 years old // 14.2 hh // Grullo Sabino // Stallion // Dogun x Freya |
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