Vanilla Twlight

The chime of her articulate words immediately lifted his eyelids, his pupils quickly regressing in response to the sudden light with how quickly he opened themed. His eyes, mostly constructed of the blue of his irises, redirected toward her like satellites trying to find a signal. He recognized her voice, so when she mentioned his name it had no other effect than bringing a smile to his inky lips that currently laid hidden beneath the water.

He remembered the beautiful woman that had stumbled into the mines where he had been living, but what his eyes found caused him to hesitate. That smile quickly faded as the square of his muzzle pulled up above the water. Wait, what? Who was this? His paws slowly found their way to the sand of the lakebed beneath him. His paws pushed against it, bringing himself to a full stand that brought him about a foot and a half above the shallow water's surface. Escaping streams trying to return to their home in the lake rolled freely from the thick of his pelt, but his focus never moved away from the scars on her face.

"Altair, what has happened to you?" Perhaps it was rude to admit that the change was so noticeable, but he was genuinely concerned. It was quite obvious something happened, and... suddenly he found himself hardly as cold as he had been just a few moments previous. Blood boiled beneath his skin as he moved back to the edge of the lake and made his way toward her, water splashing from around his legs with every rushed step.

Why had he let her leave his sight again? When she was a pup, he taught her to hunt and let her wander off to live her own life. When she was a yearling, he let her spend the night in his den before parting ways once again. He'd sheltered her for a few nights out of her life, but had he sheltered her for its entirety.. would he still have that beautiful golden eye to complete the majestic stare he had once been able to look into?

He closed the distance between them, leaving just a small foot of space as he assessed the age of her scars. He'd only seen one other wolf with one eye like this, and that had been his father after Acere shoved half his skull into molten rock. What crimes could an angel possibly commit to deserve the same?