Nothing in This World

*Felicitas* · 06-12-2013, 09:24 PM

"I'm allowed to be on my own. I'm okay. I can stay out for a little while.?

Her initial concern for Basilisk being returned home ebbed some when the pup treated the topic with calm indifference. Her own parents had forbade her from leaving the safety of their group until she had reached a prime age, though they had been given plenty of reason to do so; she had never been the healthiest of pups, easily falling ill at the slightest change in the weather. While she wasn?t nearly so frail as an adult, some of the problems had still carried over?her eyesight wasn?t up to par, she caught illnesses easily and her body was so petite, breakable. Basilisk, on the other hand, seemed to be quite the picture of health. With that reasoning in mind, it didn?t seem so far-fetched for him to be out exploring any longer. The lucky little scamp.

?Well I wasn't suggesting we bring you back now, Basilisk. I'm not that cruel.?

A soft peal of laughter filled Felicitas? throat at Killian?s words. From the looks of him, the male was fresh out of puphood himself. If she were to give an educated guess, she?d say he was nearing the threshold of two years, full adulthood. It only made sense that Killian would be able to joke about such a thing as where he should and shouldn?t be, he had more than likely gone through the same treatment only seasons before. The porcelain she-wolf felt old in comparison to the two youths despite the fact that she was only on her third year of life. "No, we wouldn?t dream of doing such a thing so soon." Her tone still contained a chuckle or two, her blue eyes alight with mirth as she gazed at Basilisk fondly and gave his shoulder a playful bump. There was no rush to return him home just yet, not when there was still time for an adventure or two.

"Is your paw 'kay, Killian?"

Almost instantly, her face went from amused to slightly concerned, her head swinging to gaze up at Killian. She knew Basilisk had meant nothing by the inquiry, he was simply curious, as any pup would be. She herself was rather eager to know the cause for his discomfort as well, though that was mostly in part to her deep rooted instinct to mother anyone and anything within reach. She could only hope the darkly hued brute didn?t see it as a stab to his pride. ?Yes and no,? was the only answer he gave, his posture obviously giving off a sense of discomfort and uncertainty. The need to go to him and smother him with reassurance that all would be well, that his paw would be just fine, and that no one was judging him, was almost suffocating. But she remained right where she was, resigning herself to simply giving him a compassionate look, eyes glowing and lips tilting up in the ghost of a knowing smile. The story of how misfortune befell his appendage was his alone to give or keep. She felt no offence for his reluctance to elaborate?they had only just met, after all. "I hope that it begins to feel better in the near future, Killian," came her condolences, smothered in maternal affection and blunt honesty.

"So, Basilisk, what brings you so far out into this big wild world?" Her question was meant to change the flow of conversation, as she was reluctant to see if further prompting on the topic of Killion?s paw would result in tension or not. But that was Felicitas for you; ever the peace maker, ever the diplomat.

"Speech" 'Thought'

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