just let go

As he rested beside her, he felt his heart slow to a normal pace and the rest of his body relax. Thinking of his past got him way too worked up. He had learned to accept it, but what Killian needed was to learn to let go of it. He needed not to burn with rage every time he thought of them, he needed to be at peace, but he feared that it wouldn't be possible until he got his revenge.



Alessa's words put him at ease and drew his thoughts back into the here and now as they had done all day. He knew he didn't deserve it, which was why he would pay them back, but she didn't need to know that yet. Her response to his question was boring, but seemed like it fit her well. It fit any wolf that had been abandoned at their age well in his opinion. He laughed. "I can't say I'm surprised. There isn't much to do when you're alone." He sighed, tilting his head to glance at her. "If you weren't alone, what would you like to do?" Maybe he could entertain her somehow. They needed something to lighten the mood, after all.



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A small creature sat perched on a branch above the wolves, watching them with curious brown eyes. He was intrigued by them - he had seen many wolves in this area, but seldom had he seen any so unique. With their pelt and eye colors, they both stood out. And yet, their presence together seemed strange. To him, they looked polar opposites, but something had drawn them together. Little Smee felt a pang of jealousy, first at lacking the uniqueness these two obviously had, then at lacking company. Martens were solitary animals, but once in a while it was nice to have someone around. Unfortunately for him, any others had disappeared from the area, other hiding from the wolves or eaten by them. The lack of food had driven them out as well, and was beginning to get to Smee. He needed a better way to hunt, a better way to track, and it seemed to him that he may have found the solution to all of his problems. He eyed the brute below intently, convinced that he would be able to help, before climbing carefully from his perch to the soft, snow-covered ground below. He kept his distance, sitting back and waiting patiently.



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Killian noticed the animal making its way down a nearby tree and narrowed his eyes as he examined it. It had a vibrant pelt, mixed of browns and oranges, and resembled a combination of a weasel and a fox. It was small and seemed nonthreatening, but Killian knew better than to assume. It seated itself a few feet away, watching them, and the brute decided to keep an eye on it while he waited for Alessa's response. He wouldn't let a crazy rodent ruin his good day.