Oxygen for your Eulogy

She was hard to read, but it was probably a coping mechanism from being tortured for so long. He was disappointed as she tore her sweet blue eyes from his deep ruby gaze and returned it to the water before them. The darkness was closing in, but the setting sun bounced infinite warm colors on the ground and the falling water. Abaven was not a pack to take slaves, the boy made a mental note of the fact as he quietly listened to Eulogy’s timid words.

Oxide grew quiet for a few long moments as he found his eyes tracing Eulogy’s silhouette as he thought about what she told him. He didn’t want to put himself in her position. ”Do you regret leaving?” He asked quietly, curious about her reaction to the question. To many wolves it might have been obvious, but to Eulogy? Would life have been easier if she’d remained a brood mare, told day in and day out exactly what to do and when to do it? Did she revel in her freedom or did she feel afraid of it? She had expressed an eagerness in adventure, but was that true?