i'm Comin' Home

The young man curled himself around the woman that cared most about him in the world. He held her close and wouldn't let her go until she wanted it. He owed her that much and more. The black and white youngling rested his head atop her own, his cheek between her ears as she cried and clung to him. "I'm gonna take care of you now, okay? You've worried about me enough." With the lifelong weight of the curse being lifted, the sudden freedom brought on a newfound sense of responsibility. He wanted to make sure that Twig was okay, always.

Pulling back a bit, he looked down at the smaller wolf. "Where are my brothers?" Ears perked forward. He could only hope that they had found some sort of peace as well. They'd been so distant from one another, and with good reason. A curse was a lot to bear. It trapped you. Ate your mind from the inside. It wasn't something that he'd wish on the worst of foes.