to the waters edge

Indigo wasn’t thinking about the similarities between them, he was a massive wolf, tall and heavy built with a mane that made him look even bigger. He chuckled with amusement at her observation, ”I think you’re right.” Mortis was just as soft as Indy was on the inside, but outwardly he was just as intimidating. His grandmother knew battle but also good will. Indy was still relieved that she had found him, and not someone with ill intentions. He couldn’t really tell how long she had been wandering, but she looked thin and she was obviously exhausted. Indy was glad she trusted him enough to take his offer. She deserved a nice meal and sleep in safety.

Her verdant green gaze caught his as he looked back, but she showed the uncertainty in her gaze as well as her voice. She spoke softly and carefully in reply, seeking for the promise of his words. His lips pulled back in a genuine smile and Indy felt a surge of emotion he couldn’t quite name but it was better than anything he’d felt the last few weeks. Indy wasn’t sure what he felt about fate and coincidences but he felt a little glimmer of hope. Perhaps Cosette would help him find his purpose. She had no one else to take care of her, and he was willing to take that role.

”I promise.” He told her softly as she squeezed him tighter. Indigo could feel the desperation behind her motions and he very nearly stopped there to reassure her. He wanted to get back to the Hallows and feed her up and keep her warm and safe. Unlike anyone in her family had been willing to do for her. ”Even if I have to carry you.”