We'll fight until you forget who you belong to
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05-05-2020, 07:30 PM
The woman worked steadily and quickly, and although she didn't mince words, Dove could tell there was kindness there. He was still on edge, waiting for the other paw to drop . . . and he was becoming exceedingly tired of it. He hadn't known peace since he left his family behind all those months ago, and if there was one thing Dove was desperate for, that was it. Her words brought minuscule loosening of his muscles, a small sigh as the woman stepped away to give him space.
He nodded, and though his eyes were still weary, he finally met her gaze. "Aye," he agreed. "The earth will heal if given the time." It was a vague response to her words, but it was all that he had to offer just then. At her question, though, Dove laid eyes on Sirius for the first time since her shenanigans and wondered how much information he should offer. Lavender hues landed on the glaring wound on the other male's snout; he was practically wheezing without even moving his mouth, and if he'd had the energy, Dove might've flinched at the sound of it.
"I am," he said, the words hesitant as his eyes darted between the two wolves, his words forgotten. Hesitation caused his ears to swivel back in apprehension, and he shifted nervously on his paws. His eyes landed on Sirius, Deathbelle all but forgotten for a moment. "A peace offering," he said harshly to the male. "For the wound I've left." Sirius had asked him questions about his past, and though Dove felt no obligation to the man, guilt was riding him hard. He didn't wait for Sirius to respond and merely offered the words to him alone, forcing himself to briefly disregard Deathbelle's presence. "I am from a kingdom to the east. Born last in a line for five for the throne. I left when my mother passed."
Dove didn't know how the other wolf would interpret that, but to him, it held a great deal of information. The location of the kingdom was insignificant, but to be born last in line for a throne was a mere hint to the internal struggles his family dealt with on a daily basis -- a mere hint at what had left Dove as this small, shaking thing that apparently didn't know his own size. And his mother, who he mentioned to no one and refused to discuss with even his brothers under the harshest of circumstances -- to reveal that he left when he could have had a throne meant there was truly nothing left there for him.
His eyes snapped back to Deathbelle and mechanically, he nodded his head. "Thank you for your care, Deathbelle. It has been invaluable." It wasn't necessarily her care that had been invaluable, but he would let the woman interpret that as she wished.
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