no rest for the wicked
Valkorion paused in his stride as the waif dropped her snout to the earth. His brow furrowed before the left lifted. He couldn't imagine what sort of crime should could have committed to warrant this much mutilation. She was timid, shy, and frankly, she seemed too soft to have done any terrible crime.
His head tilted upwards when her words skipped a beat. So she had been with a she-wolf and was either ashamed or still afraid. He huffed, his head pushing forward, muzzle nosing the air before he snorted. "And they? Did they receive the same punishment?" He asked as his tail flicked. "And why did adultery call for such punishment? There are far worse crimes." He asked out of curiosity. "And you should not be ashamed of your past with me." He turned, his body rotating to the right so that he could fully face her. He stepped closer to her and nudged her at the neck if she let him. "Pick your head up," he ordered. Valkorion didn't like sulking. He wasn't about to let her have a pity party. Vengeance was fine, but being moppy was unforgivable. "Let the darkness sleep"
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