Darkened Spirits
Naiche
02-02-2021, 09:40 PM
Naiche truly didn’t have a cuddling bone in his body. So Asla’s preference for contact was a thing he couldn’t understand but the cloaked wolf could at least accept it. He let her arrange him as she wanted. Naiche kept his head raised to watch her make herself comfy. Moving his paw to be her pillow made Naiche picturing himself as just another one of the many fur’s to maneuver just right to be kept warm. A note of thanks and she really was falling asleep on him. Naiche hadn’t been so touchy with another wolf since a small pup with his siblings and parents. His eyes looked around his den as if he might find an answer to what to do with himself now. He didn’t want to move overly and disturb Asla sleeping but laying his own head down seemed strange also. Perhaps the one bit of good news was that Asla was the only female who had shown this sort of desire for comfort through touch. That thought reminded him of little Rue and betting she might have been similar with her naivete but maybe not since she’d been living alone? That brought a familiar ache in his stomach, letting out a slow sigh and taking one more glance to his den making sure no one was looking. Generally, he’d lay his own head between or on a paw but Asla had use of the one paw. Naiche almost laid his head on top of hers but after a moment just rested his head so it was near her own. The young man closed his eyes but he wasn’t overly tired. He would drift in and out of sleep where the smaller sounds would set him alert. There was a patrol to do. How long would Asla sleep? Did it matter? He had failed to protect Rue when she needed it. Naiche wouldn’t make that mistake again. Naiche wouldn’t fail Asla so if she needed him to then Naiche would just stay here until morning sun was overhead. Admittedly, it was nice and warm now. |
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