home inspection

Aryn snuck a peek upwards at him to see his anger fade away into something identifiable, her pinned ears lifting hopefully from her skull. Was that it? It was over? Her weight shifted in anticipation of being released from his wrath, and then he spoke once more and her defeat returned. Only a few days, that wasn't awful. Torin wouldn't even need to know, she'd be home before he noticed the absence of his wanderlust daughter.

Though as she'd come to expect there was more, his words bringing her eyes to widen and water. "I-I can't do that." She argued softly, her back paws slowly shifting as her body begged her to flee. "You can't make me kill them." Aryn was full on begging, her body lowering closer to the grass in submission. Her paws twitched once more - could she outrun him? Likely not. Tyrian was muscular and fit, built for battle and likely with stamina that would overwhelm hers three times over.

Rather then run, Aryn began to almost unconsciously inch away from the king, her chest rising and falling heavily with stressed breaths. How could any monster make her sleep with them, take care of them, and then kill them? Aryn was certain that Tyrian must be the cruelest wolf she'd ever met.