Everyone knows I'm dying to feel fine
11-17-2016, 09:21 PM
Keeping a child fed was an interesting endevor. He was adjusting taking care of her. Sabriel, she was so tiny and well adorable. Fluffy and kind - in that light. He was filled with the nevousness that he might mess up. That she'll hate him or she'll die worst of all. Was this how his dad felt? A constant unnerving feeling of needing to take care of someone and just wanting them to be okay. Oh and he couldn't even delve into the feelings he had for Alfred. HIS COUSIN, of all wolves - but they were adopted so maybe it was better that way. Razor needed to get out.
He paced around the falls, thoughts swarming his head. He needed to calm himself, so he sat down and pulled his front paws together. Maybe he should talk to amalia, no perhaps his brother. Razor's ears flicked at the thought. Not entirely knowing what he would think of him. It was frustrating and he didn't get frustrated often. |
