Breathe

Octave knew he needed to get to know his packmates more, he had chosen a fertile part of the packlands to make his den which meant he was often surrounded by others and he'd spent most of his first few weeks in the pack hanging off Allegro but otherwise unwilling to engage with the strangers around him. But he knew that wasn't sustainable. Not that it wasn't also terrifying.

Noko clung to the fur between his shoulders, gently cooing, which was sort of helping to soothe his nerves, but the fact she'd also promised not to intervene for him unless he really needed it. Swallowing hard Octave started a slow meandering pace through the thicket, keeping his eyes downcast. He wasn't yet capable of initiating an interaction, and silently he prayed no one was going to approach him.

Octave & Noko