Bad things made me but that don't mean I'm bad for them

The bird looked at the wolf, his small beady eyes narrowed incredulously. The male had no right to know of the small bird’s natural curiosity or the fascination with wolves that had ultimately lead to him learning their language. The two had only just met the male, and the bird’s natural weakness had made him suspicious despite his resilient personality.

Spider’s wide eyes shot upward at the male’s movements, the silky hair on his back standing on end. “Just relax, lay down if you need to.” The bird said soothingly and the male, far too frantic to oppose him, obeyed. He let his head fall between his paws hyperventilating until finally his racing thoughts were collected.

“You alright now?” The bird asked.

“Y-y-yes.” The wolf stuttered in response, and the bird responded by caressing the soft fur of his neck comfortingly with his head.

The male’s two-toned eyes looked up briefly at the considerably larger male then looked down again. “I’m S-S-Spider.” He said tonelessly, unsure if he had already introduced himself or not. “I d-d-d-don’t n-n-need lavender.” He muttered, his voice soft and barely above a whisper, unsure if he had heard the male suggest the herb or if the suggestion had come from some latent part of his frenzied mind. Regardless the dusty wolf was reluctant to try anything that would allegedly soothe him, after his run-in with the shadowy creature that had called himself a god and had given him an herb that had inoculated him, and made him forget his inhibitions.

Spider speaking   Echo Speaking You Speaking Toad's voice