Much More To Say, Foolish To Try

The little wolf leaned against him, enveloped in his plush coat. He was forced to bite back a laugh, she was so small her entire body could lean against his shoulder without any of her spilling out. He had offered her a shoulder, but if he wasn’t sitting, she would have even touched it. There was something about wolves as small and delicate as Meadow that brought out his need to protect. She was too wholesome, too innocent.

He leaned his head gently against her. Make sure not to put too much weight behind it, as he offered her a measure of comfort. She cried for a little while, and when the waterworks stopped, she looked like she was going to be alright. “As things stand at the moment, you are welcome in the Armada any time you wish, Meadow. If that ever changes, I promise you I will give you the courtesy of informing you. But I don’t see that happening” he reassured her.