in my hands again
06-17-2019, 03:42 PM
”I know,” she offered softly as her blue gaze shined brightly in the light of the rising moon. He sighed heavily as she asked him to sit with her, and reluctantly he pushed himself from the ground and leaned back onto his haunches. He muscles ached and his joints complained as they begged for rest. It wasn’t time yet. Sooner than he probably realized they would find themselves too old to keep up with a pack like they used to. Poem and Motif would need to take on their responsibilities.
What would be next? ”Much the same, except our allies will step in and offer us aid. Our bonds with them will strengthen.” He told her, though his brain wasn’t as sharp as it might have been even 12 hours ago. ”Where are you going with this?” He knew he was tired and not in peak condition. Abaven’s members were hurt and their wolves were all spent in their own tasks of rebuilding. Unfortunately he knew very well how vulnerable they were in that moment.
What would be next? ”Much the same, except our allies will step in and offer us aid. Our bonds with them will strengthen.” He told her, though his brain wasn’t as sharp as it might have been even 12 hours ago. ”Where are you going with this?” He knew he was tired and not in peak condition. Abaven’s members were hurt and their wolves were all spent in their own tasks of rebuilding. Unfortunately he knew very well how vulnerable they were in that moment.
