My souls whisper

“Then sleep, my little one” He kept his voice to the gentlest of breaths, close to her ear, so she would hear them. He held her close, resting her fully on his stomach so that she was off the cold ground. He held her close, his precious little one. He knew that, come morning, they would have to go off together and hunt. He would need to do so with some frequency, he was suspecting. She would need an outlet, a chance to unleash her bloodlust in a safe and controlled environment. He would not have her hide who she was, through he would not want her to hurt the wolves under his protection.

He pulled the skins that covered the magic-tube over her body, holding her close in his arms. I love you, my little one” he whispered to her half-asleep form.