babies breath in the breeze

Epitaph explained his horrors in ways that didn't scare the two girls, but both of them held a morbid curiosity of how anyone could hurt their nanny. Of the adults in their lives he watched over them most frequently. Their parents were busy alphas, and though they missed them the girls couldn’t complain about being given to the ex-slave. Poem loved her uncle dearly, and hated to hear how terribly he had been treated. Though she couldn’t comprehend the whole scope she knew what had been done to him was wrong.

Poem snuggled in closer to the midnight colored wolf, she breathed in his comforting scent as he explained how different obeying his master, and obeying her mother were. She had room to argue her feelings to Shaye, Taphy had never been offered that luxury. He was expected to obey without question lest he suffer another scar.

He finished with reassurance, Shaye would never subject them to such treatment. More though, she and their father would protect them from any who would seek to cause the same harm to them. Poem was comforted, she sighed heavily at the thought. Someday she would realize that it would be her responsibility to take up that torch and be the protector or Epitaph and Abaven.

She poked her head around Epitaph’s shoulder as Motif spoke again. Motif made a good point, ”Are there masters in Abaven?” She asked with curiosity as well as fear tinging her voice. ”I don’t want you to hurt again, ‘Taphy.” She told him, using their favorite pet name.