ain't no tiptoe through the tulips here

Mortis · 01-23-2021, 10:23 PM

He watched as her little head tilted upwards, seeking him out. He would realise then, looking into her sightless eyes, that she was blind. He’d never met a blind wolf before. Well, except for Magnus, but that had been temporary. His uncle had needed help getting around for a while, and had sometimes used Mortis as a guide. Maybe this tiny creature needed that kind of help, too?

The winged heir snickered softly at her words, as she lifted a paw and shook it, as through to hammer home the point. For a blind wolf stuck in the mud, her disposition wasn’t sour. When she seemed to prickle with alarm, Mortis went alert. Like electricity going through his body as he stood rigid, wings going up. Where was the threat? He would deal with it, he would protect her-- er, oh. She fished out a bracelet, and then another. Oops. not a danger then. The winged wolf leaned forward, and gently brushed a wing against her side. “here, you can lean on my wing and i’ll help lead you out” He offered

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ain't no tiptoe through the tulips here

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