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Riva
05-01-2020, 08:55 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-01-2020, 08:55 PM by Riva.)
The stranger seemed rather caught off guard, and certainly unhappy that another wolf had seen him in a sorry state. He took her shoulder, and she helped him to her feet - ah, she could see then that he was a bit of a giant. Not really surprising, most wolves in her life towered over her. “We really should do something about them” she agreed lightly, in an attempt to put him at ease. Now that he was standing, she could get a better look at him. He had a flower of white up his nose, and intense blue eyes, lighter from the watery touch he had scarcely managed to hide. He also looked none-the-worse for wear in terms of injuries. A bit of dirt in his lightly dusted coat, and some blood on his muzzle. She suspected he had bitten his tongue. “Sometimes we all have moments where the roots get to us.” she would add, certain the heaviness in his shoulders had nothing to do with his fall. “Best we dust ourselves off and chew on Marigold for that tongue” she said, giving him the chance to either talk about what bothered him, or move away from it. You couldn’t pry the past from a wolf, she had learnt. As she spoke, she opened the top of her satchel, and pulled out the golden, dried petals of the flower she had mentioned, offering it to him from her muzzle. |
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