away in a manger

Sota’s friendly smile was welcome and an odd comfort in the face of such a trying time. Ox had already been close to losing his little shadow when the vikings took her. He didn’t know what he would do if something happened to Eris today. As the pregnancy progressed he was coming to realize that he felt the same about the tiny lives she was bringing forth. They were part of her, and though he wouldn’t convince her, of him as well.

He didn’t find anything of interest on the horizon, and after a long few moments the much smaller wolf spoke of his own opinion. Deep ruby gaze found the Songa’s pale eyes as he spoke about the similarities of their cultures. Oxide tried not to be reminded of his. Sex, drugs, general debauchery in front of who it mattered not. More than once he could tell it wasn’t the girl deciding the actions with his uncle either. The rust marked vagabond resisted the urge to shake off the wicked memories to focus on Sota’s encouragement.

Oxide exhaled heavily and let his gaze fall to his silver marked paws. ”I hope so.” He didn’t want to explore the possibility of losing his soul bonded. Ox didn’t often open up easily to those he didn’t know very well, but having a similar worry for Eris, and now living with the Ademre, at least he could easily relate to tiny tree dweller. More than appearances would leave to believe possible.

”She’s been through so much…” He started, in reference to her capture, losing her sight, losing and finding her family. ”Eris deserves some happiness.” Which was code for ‘I don’t even know what I’d do if anything happened.’ He shook his oxidized features and began to pace again, impatient for the final word. Ballad didn’t relay the message at first, and all Ox was given as warning was the lack of her presence at the door. ”Something’s happened.” He stated, the worry dripping from his vocals as he rushed to the entrance of the den. ”Eris?” He called out, failing at keeping his voice steady.