Where Did It Go?

Rory watched as she pulled the hide off to reveal her bright coat. He studied her colors for a moment and he wasn't sure why, but he was still some times amazed that wolves could have such brilliantly colored coats. He briefly remembered when he'd first met his uncle, the second wolf he'd ever met that had such a vibrant pelt. If he ever had kids would his uncle's colorful gene be passed to his own? It was an interesting though, but something that automatically made him nervous. He still felt like a child and a child having children was just not something that he could think about so he shoved it away from his thoughts.

"Jewell." He paused for a brief second as he tried to gather his thoughts. "If you ever want to leave the pack lands all you have to do is ask someone to go with you. I don't want you to feel as though you have to stay here in the pack just because you don't feel safe." It was the best solution he could come up with if she wasn't wanting to learn how to defend herself. Maybe if Faite came back she'd have better luck convincing Jewell to learn some defensive moves.

The words had fallen from his lips quietly and he found his thoughts stopping as she licked his cheek. If he had the ability to blush through his fur he would have. He didn't take compliments well and he certainly didn't take compliments from girls very well either, even if she was his adopted sister. "You don't have to thank me. It's my job to protect you while Mom is away and I'm happy to do so. I'm just sorry I couldn't do anything for you sooner and I'm sorry I brought that awful guy home with us. I'll do something about it really soon, I promise."

"Speech"