Stand strong

Walk | Talk


A moment passed, and she had begun to wonder if the voice was an apparatus, a figment of her imagination, which had already been working over time since she had ventured down here. She knew she had heard the voice, and yet, it was easy to convince herself that it had not been real. When the voice spoke again, she jumped a little in surprise, and the longer sentence helped tie her to reality. The voice was real, with a male's vocal, with a tone that hinted that he was perhaps slightly aged and regal.

She stayed still to give him a chance to locate her, and was considering open her mouth to speak, to give him something to latch onto, when he moved from the shadows and into view. He was scarred and pale, his body lean and sinewy, with pale gold eyes. To find a wolf such as him in the shadows of the abandoned stone set her heart racing, just a little. She didn’t believe in the boogeyman, not truely, and the light wag of his tail indicated he was friendly.

He didn’t look like he was carrying enough fat to survive the winter, and the healer in her was already considering how she would help him if he let her. His voice pilled her from her thoughts, and she shook out her coat, shaking away the feeling of cold fingers that the darkness had left her with. “I do, but i’m not sure how far i’ve come.” she walked away from a little, and showed him a marking on the wall, clearly fresh, and left by claws. “Its an easy place to get lost in, but we can follow my markings out” she explained, no judgement at all in her tones. She was right, the man did need her help, through he perhaps wouldn’t appreciate the ideas pilling in her head to fatten him up.