Stop and Stare

Her awed voice and wide eyes made Sandor seem like he was some sort of hero or…amazing creature and as great as that felt he also knew it couldn’t be further from the truth. Her innocence made him smile faintly, but it was a ghost of his regular smile. Shifting uncomfortably as she mentioned being scared he nodded. “It can be scary sometimes…” He reluctantly admitted. As much as he wanted to be the brave, fearless rogue pup that she met at the festival he simply wasn’t…not yet. He was brave, but far from fearless…well…he thought he was brave anyway.

She jumped to catch fireflies and he did the same, pouncing on them and squishing whatever he got before he lifted his paws to peak at what he had. He seemed to actually care how many he squished. When Siobhan mentioned visiting her in Lirim he looked up at her, head tilting before turning in the direction she pointed. “What…are they like?” He asked, nervous suddenly. He’d had too many pack wolves try and scoop him up and either force him to join their pack or worse- make him a slave. He didn’t want that again, not here.

3rd attempt