Lay You Down, Golden Boy

*Naiche* · 02-13-2021, 10:27 PM

Naiche’s tail jumped up fast, but not fast enough to avoid her claws. Turning his head he glanced at the den floor where a few strands of his fur were settling. It reminded him of the fight with the lion and an amused smirk on his face as that fight had ended up with his tail being injured and now here she was slashing fur out of it. Naiche didn’t bother to comment right away, figuring he wouldn’t get his attention till she was done with the yawn but, then she had her own little threat to aim at him. Asla humor.

“Oh no,” the words were lacked with mock concern, “sleep in my own den? With only a pile of furs to keep me warm?” He opened his mouth to add to the comments when she was sliding up against him and yes, his ears flattened by habit. His ears flicked back and a scowl was on his face with the words princess were on the tip of his tongue. He didn’t say that word though. A drunken Asla had once said she didn’t like it when he called her that and he didn’t want to hurt Asla.

Naiche felt sarcasm the easiest thing as his mind and body were still working out his feelings about sharing a den with her. The way it should feel and how it did feel were in an argument that was hard to ignore. Naiche wanted to be cold and aloof and didn't want to appear weak. It also hurt when people you got close to, when those people were no longer there. That was what subconscious logic was telling him but there was another whisper in his mind pointing out it felt comfortable sleeping next to Asla. The little voice even had the nerve to point out he liked Asla. Hell, he could argue with that part of him that Asla was a complete pain. She was a fun pain. Ugh. He could dislike Asla more just for the myriad of thoughts that wanted to make things confusing.

Naiche wasn’t much for soul searching and so after a moment he quit worrying about the emotional crap or meanings and just focused on the moment. Asla was there offering him some venison. “Thanks.” the words shifting away from sarcastic to friendly. The golden wolf accepted the venison quickly eating it and casting her a curious glance. Was she aware he planned to ask Sirius for a raise in rank? It made sense so maybe she’d figured it out? The word interview though? “So you already have an idea on what I’m going to ask Sirius about?” Glancing towards the exit he added, “I’ll meet with Pan later and let him know to head over here tonight.” Was it so hard to say that they were going to just keep sharing the den for the winter? Maybe. Even though Naiche had to admit his own den seemed a little more empty when he thought about it.

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