Lay You Down, Golden Boy

*Naiche* · 02-06-2021, 10:09 PM

Naiche hadn’t exactly expected Aslatiel to tell him to follow after her. His mind had to wonder was telling him to come in the manner of princess, the reaper, or as the friend? He was going to assume friend and at mention of den that certainly hit the mark, except when did it become a matter of they would be doing that instead of if he would want to? There was a part of him that instinctively wanted to say no with emphasis but that part of his mind was being ignored right now.

Naiche felt great. Ok, so admittedly he was tired and in pain on various spots of his body to a decent degree but he hadn’t emotionally felt so good in a long time. A good fight was always a joy and this one had been the best yet. There had been no holding back and it was a thing they had both needed. Tension relief in the purest way possible. So it was that Naiche went along, days of emotional pain melting to be replaced with good battle memories and a more satisfying form of pain.

The golden wolf almost forgot his cloak but put it back on gently. Those shoulders stung where Asla had pierced and the cloak partially rested on it. For whatever words Naiche might have had with others he hadn’t really talked to Asla back at the gathering. He’d had nothing to say to her that he planned to discuss with others around, it just wasn’t his style. Naiche had a reputation to maintain after all. So it was a pleasant and quiet walk back. His mind roamed over the fight both to imagine what he could have done differently and just to enjoy the memories of it.

He stopped when Asla did, also drinking some of the water. The icey water cold was sharp but so so good with how thirsty he was. Like Asla he reluctantly got into the water enough to wash off his injured areas. Looking in the water's reflection he got a better sense of what his muzzle looked like after her fangs had been in it. Sure explained why it hurt. That would leave a beautiful scar.

He made his way in and slowly sank his rump end down to sit in the furs, “More than I expected,” he offered back. Ok, he had been going to just sit but he was not only cold from the weather but the water did a number on the cold. Naiche lay down into the pile of fur, once more reminding himself he hated winter. He gave Asla a sidelong glance at first as his mind seemed to work through some indecision but finally leaned over to give a lick to the side of her muzzle, “kiss for the winner I think was the deal?” a slow sigh, “I don’t like losing Asla, expect a rematch.” There was a spark in his eye as he said it before adding more somberly, “but, no one can doubt that you earned the rank now. Only a fool would even suggest we were taking it easy.

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