babies breath in the breeze

ooc. sorry for the wait!!! D:

Without much in the realm of verbal response, the child crept into the space between his forelegs and began the long winded task of curling up comfortably. He grunted as he widened the space between his elbows so she could press tighter to his chest and usurp his meagre body heat. Once she was settled, he would cross his forepaws in front of himself and enclose her in his embrace. ”Why does your leg.. give you grief?” she questioned after a moment of silence.

The wisp sighed softly, not necessarily upset. It was just difficult to decide how to broach a subject such as slavery and maiming to an innocent little creature such as this. The male lowered his cranium so he could attempt to gently lave his tongue between her ears and down towards her spine. Perhaps if he could soothe her into sleep, he wouldn't be forced to tell the full story. He didn't want to upset Miss Shaye by exposing her children to something so traumatic at this age.

"When I was young, I lived with a group of... bad wolves." he began softly, rasping vocals a low croon. "They had taken me from my mother when I was born, and they were worried I was growing too big." he let his eyes squeeze shut, powering through the story as best he could. Had he even told Miss Shaye this tale? Now that he thought about it, no. He'd never told any of these wolves the story of how he'd become lame in his hind leg. "My first master gave me a minor limp, but my second master thought it would be safer if I couldn't use it at all. That way I wouldn't be able to fight against them. My second master gave me most of the marks on my face, too." he found himself struggling to speak around the tightness in his throat, and ended his story mostly because he couldn't force the words out anymore.

He sought to worry at a tangle in the fur of her downy scruff with his front teeth, delicately combing at the strands. Epitaph had begun to worry after these girls like they were his own spawns. He would never let anything happen to them like what had been done to him as a child. They were far too precious to know the darkest horrors of the world.