Soul Full of Sorrow

Roan didn’t stir throughout the morning, his body was far from healed and it would take much strength to get him where he needed to be. His small bit of exertion trying to make his way to his sister’s grave brought him back the few steps he’d made towards recovery. Being less than 24 hours from his trauma didn’t help much either. With the pain killers he’d over exerted and now he paid the toll. Roan was exhausted.

He did wake up once when Iolaire curled in closer to him. He hadn’t realized when he fell how close he was to her, but as she moved closer he was well aware. He didn’t shy away, even if they didn’t even know each other the physical comfort was nice. That would have been Dapple’s place. Knowing he didn't have to sleep alone helped to soothe him back into his slumber.

The injured wolf slept through Iolaire leaving the den, but upon her return he would stir once more. He blinked open his emerald gaze, realizing his closeness to her in full consciousness. He couldn’t even remember now what had brought him in her vicinity to begin with. Roan obviously startled, but without putting his mind to it he couldn’t follow through and instead remained on the plush bedding. She hadn’t kicked him off, but it wasn’t like she was big enough to either. ”Apologies…” he offered, reluctant to actually move himself for all the effort it would take.