Lost and found

Those eyes blinked once, why would she leave to spite him? What reasons did she have to do such an act, much less what hate would she have towards him? The aging wraith could not find a thing that would match those words; perhaps not quite love but a fondness for the man. “Liar; you've given me no reason to leave you, much less spite you.” Nor anything that she had hard from others, then again she had not heard anything from those outside or within the pack about him. There was no just cause for his worries, save for her vanishing. Those ears flicked at his next words as that muzzle turned to the doe. “And what ill was that of me, Liar?” Most would not want to know, yet Abelinda wanted to know. Simply, a curiosity of the man, but she would not like him more or less for his words. Pulling it closer did she await to see what had to spew forth, knowing he may or may not tell; it was up to him. The next words that came caused her to pause and give him a look. “Just as I need you Liar.” It made her wonder just how far he had fallen for her. With that aside, did she bloody that maw by ripping into the soft stomach of the doe, ears upon him as she fed, not eating too quickly knowing if she did the meal would be lost.

“And in the dark I can hear your heart beat.”