tiny paw prints

Siren wasn’t sure if she believed the older boy, his mother was small and she commanded the biggest wolf in the world? Was he trying to say that she could do the same for him one day? The potential felt odd, but right. She still didn’t think she would be much use trying to protect herself, even if she had the fighting spirit, the tiny albino girl was a frail little thing. She had delicate skin and thin bones. Still, Mortis believed every word he said and his kindness alone was enough to boost her confidence enough to trust him.

The emotion was not one she felt often, trust came hard for the little she wolf. Allowing herself to put her well being in the boy’s paws. She’d only just really met him. For a long moment her blue and silver eyes watched him as she debated inside. All she needed to do was perch on his back and he would keep her safe.

Knitting her brows Siren made the decision to come along with him. Carefully the tiny pup scaled Mort’s wing. He was warm, and his fur was soft. Like sprawling over the most expensive litter the young princess made herself comfortable on the Armada prince’s back. Maybe this would work out after all. Surely not as bad as being alone with her siblings. ”Don’t drop me.” She warned, but she knew he wouldn’t let her fall.