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N/A · 11-24-2020, 12:40 AM

Azriel listened to each sound and each breath the dark femme made with each action, taking a secret silent pleasure in every skip or shake he drew from her. Were this any other time, he would have delighted in having the gorgeous fae snuggled so close, so intimately, the warmth of her body pressed to his and her softer fur mingling with his coarse coat, coaxing those sounds from her and turning her on with the slightest of touches. Sometime during his tending to her, he felt the weight of Fel's head pressing against his cheek, and Azriel felt his heart miss a beat. While this empathy wasn't something he was familiar with, he couldn't deny he was enjoying the way she was reacting to him. He must have been doing something right, and in this moment, it seemed like this was exactly what she needed. He responded to her silent gratitude by leaning his head back against hers, content to just breathe and exist with his darling little shadow for a while. Silver-toned grey eyes stared out into the dark pre-dawn forest, running from the silhouettes of trees up to the fading stars in the heavens overhead.

For all his life, Azriel had been a loner, laying wherever his paws stopped and going wherever his mind locked on. But this... this was lovely. He could get used to this. A chilly early autumn night, caught somewhere between the fading night and the approaching dawn with Fel and no one else in the world, the shared warmth between them surrounding him like a blanket, and a tranquil silence in the sleeping forest... It was like something out of a pleasant dream. A deep inhale followed by a sigh came from the larger brute. Fel was affecting him in ways no other wolf had. Empathy and sweetness were a scarce resource in the striped male, traits only Sibyl had ever been able to extract from him before. But Fel was different than Sibyl. And right now, Fel was broken. Azriel knew it wasn't his responsibility to try and pick up the pieces of her, but he wanted to. That was a new feeling; the compelling need to care for another. To put her needs above his own. This was not a game any longer. This was something else entirely.

Movement out of the corner of his eyes caught Azriel's attention. A subtle turn of his head brought Sibyl into his gaze. Grey eyes met her lavender ones as she surmised what was going on, but he otherwise made no motion or signal to her. He didn't want to disturb Fel too much with unnecessary movements. While Sibyl wandered off toward the river, hopefully to grab some supplies to help Fel, Azriel moved his muzzle closer to nuzzle against her head, the little shows of care hopefully distracting her from whatever darkness had seeped into her soul. Sibyl returned just minutes later, carrying the herbs she needed. Azriel motioned with his eyes down to Fel's injured leg, reluctant to release her paw from his gentle hold when Fel moved it over to the lighter fae's attention. With his larger size and weight, he was able to easily support Fel when she shifted and leaned more fully against him like a furry living cushion. A small, melancholic smile touched his face as he watched the two ladies, Sibyl tending to Fel with the expert paws of a trained healer. The sensation of Fel's cheek nuzzling against his side quickened his pulse in an unfamiliar manner, but the flames her touch left against his skin was a burn he was all too happy to receive.

Azriel didn't respond verbally to Fel's quiet thank you. Instead, he turned his muzzle back toward his companion and leaned closer to place a gentle lick across her forehead, a silent "you're welcome" in response. Now that Sibyl was tending to her wound, Azriel was able to relax. Sure, he could clean an injury, but he knew precious little about antiseptics and bandages, or what herbs worked best for pain relief. That was a talent that Sibyl had always impressed him with. Slowly extracting a paw from beneath Fel's weight, Azriel shifted a little to lie on his side and carefully offer her his leg to drape across her, a small gesture of protection and comfort, allowing her body to settle fully into his if she wanted to fall asleep. Azriel then began to hum a soft, low tune, the melody resonating deep in his chest, a tranquil lullaby for the dark fae. Perhaps one day he would come to fully understand everything about Fel Abraxas. But for now, he was content to just have her here with him and Sibyl. The rest didn't matter. Only her, only now.

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