Beware of Cankles
08-18-2018, 10:28 PM
Malleus was careful to keep his gaze away from Serene. Everything was a potential irritant and he thought that if perhaps the next time he looked at or approached her, an offering of fish might soothe whatever irritation his presence aroused. At any rate he could hope. The bank was quiet as he unsuccessful snapped at fish. Once, twice, three times he missed and still not a peep from his pregnant overseer. Malleus wasn't sure what to make of her silence. Perhaps the cool water was a relief to her and his presence, at least for the moment, was forgotten. Maybe the waters had cooled her temper and maybe, if he was lucky, things were alright. A sniffling, muffled sob alerted him to the fact that no, no it was not alright. Honestly he was afraid to look. Anger he could deal with. Tears, though? Tears he had shunned as a child. The last thing he remembered crying over was his mother and that had been years ago. Needless to say, crying made him a tad uncomfortable. Finally she spoke and he had no choice but to look up. She wasn't a horrible wolf, just a hormonal (crazy), pregnant one. "No, you aren't," he told her earnestly. "And you have nothing to apologize for." |