kingfisher

The thrill of not knowing how would he react was eaten her inside out, she didn't want to even consider a violent way, with harassment from them. She was done of that, she didn't think she could manage more, and she didn't know how she would act if that was the case in this fine day where her path met this male's. But soon the male parted his jaws to speak, to which she paid attention to with all of her senses.“t’ fish are all… dead”, he started to say .“they’re easy t’ catch right now. All ye hafta do is pick ‘em up. Want t’ help?” Some of what he said wasn't too clear but she did take the pieces needed for understanding what she had to do. "So do I just catch them?" She asked shyly as her ears remained lowered in submission, she was a submissive female being dominant would never be part of who she was.

“m’ pack, Abaven, could use t’ food. M’ collecting all this fish fer ‘em. Don’t rightly have t’ ability to carry ‘em all back” "Pack?...." She shallowed dry as she heard him mention pack, packs was a symbol of pain and rejection for the ivory wolf. Her encounters with pack wolves were counted but all of them were a nightmare made true, she could remember their fear, their hate upon seeing her. As some did ignore her existence others insulted her in the worst manners one could imagine.

Her limbs started to lightly shake as fear accumulated within her veins, but even with that, she decided to still help them. She wanted to be useful for once. Cautiously she walked behind him to grab some fish, she did her best to don't touch him, fearing a sudden attack. Without saying anything, she didn't have the force to dare to speak. In silence, she picks some fish withing her jaws and drops them with those this male had collected previously.

“if ye help, ye can have half o’ the load?” What she would do with so many fish for herself? How was she going to carry them around? "You sure?..." She questioned, before catching more and placing them in a pile.

"Speech." | you |