The comfort of a familiar face

“Luck? The girl’s head suddenly shot up, brilliant blues scanning the horizon with a feverish nature. When the familiar face entered her view there was a visible shift in her demeanor. Relief washed through her, painted clearly upon her face.   “Regulus!
She breathed his name.

“Regulus, gods!” Luck’s voice lilted into a hysteric tone as she spoke the last word. Her body moving without consciously deciding; the tiny girl found herself closing the gap between them, pushing herself into his larger frame. It was a too brief moment of comfort.

Suddenly Luck remembered where she was and who this wolf was. The last time she had seen him he had been a pup, she had been a pup, and he was as much a stranger as anyone else at this point. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” She muttered, dropping her gaze and suddenly pulling away from the contact, almost shrinking in upon herself.


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