Wolf Heart

The pale light of the moon illuminated the darkness as the young male trudged on. He had left Abaven behind, though not without a heavy heart, guilt eating at him that he hadn’t shown more gratitude to the pack. He was, in the end, truly grateful. Had Corvus and Theory not found him on the beach then finding any medical attention at all would not have been likely. He had lost his cousin, his mouthy, yet beloved rat, and was now alone… but he had one last thing he could do. A duty to the one he wanted so desperately to free… even if he lost himself… it wasn’t as though he had much else to lose, right? He’d lost the only ones he had since coming to Boreas. He was alone… the least he could do was try and help someone else… right?

Naive as his intentions were Gavroche’s heart was in the right place.

He was growing pretty tired by the time he made it this far. Mela’s collar made him feel sore and more often than not the poor thing was tripping on it. He was thinking about settling down somewhere when he picked up the scent of a stranger. But… it wasn’t completely foreign. He recognized the scent even if there wasn’t a name to it yet. His green eyes scanned the area and he saw her -- the slave that he and Mela had made a deal for. His heart fluttered -- she was safe! Well, relatively speaking. At the very least she didn’t look as if they had injured her and he assumed they hadn’t resold her since he didn’t see a master about. She may have even been bound to something for all her knew… he just glad to see her still alive and in one piece. It meant his efforts weren’t for nothing.

Gavroche slipped Melanthios’ collar off his smaller form and broke into a trot towards the female and slowed only once he was close enough to give a soft, short bark to get her attention. “You’re okay!” His words, though a touch raspy, were filled with the same gentle relief one might use when reuniting with a good friend or family member. It was certainly not the sort of behavior any master would have over a slave.

The boy came to a stop and looked at her. He probably looked a bit odd, patched fur from the burns regrowing at different lengths on the front part of his body. The winged youth smiled at her and dipped his head -- one of the least threatening sights one could come across. Not that he had any height to make him appear intimidating in the slightest.

“It… It’s going to be alright. I’m still going to get you your freedom, okay?” His spoke in low tones -- he hardly wanted to be overheard and his plan wasted. It was going to be alright… the young male felt that everything he endured was going to be made worth the struggle when this woman had her freedom. He could be good for something… if only one thing… and for Gav that was enough.