the secret garden

She was honest with him, even if he didn’t enjoy seeing the fear he instilled upon her. Duchess did seem to relax as his demeanor changed completely. Indigo’s teeth were swiftly hidden and the fur along his neck and shoulders fell. He could ignore the wounds that covered his front, none of them would scar quite as bad as the recent gouges in his hip. The boy was conflicted, his inner emotions swirling with the adrenaline of the battle he won. He could see the guilt in her features, but he wasn’t near disappointed in her. It was his own skill, or lack there of, that caused the breaks in her skin.

Duchess answered him, her demeanor much like his own. Indigo still didn’t realize the deep seated emotional connections they shared. Practically stranger but they were hardly alone in their shared emotions. Indigo managed to crack a lopsided smile as she reversed his plans. He had to see to himself as well, he couldn’t deny the danger he was in to infection with leaving the wounds to see to themselves. Who knew what kind of nasty the cat had been in before stalking the pair of wolves.

”I will.” He promised her as he lifted himself to his own massive dark paws. Blue eyes returned to the gruesome scene at his feet, if the situation was different he would have drug the carcass back to the Hallows with them, but he wasn’t willing to take the risk in case there were more where this one had come from.

His features returned to Duchess as he tried to return to the easy care free feeling they had only just started to explore when the massive lion approached. There was a different feeling between them now, one that Indigo would eagerly embrace. He was going to protect the dainty dame, it was a promise he’d make deep down and one he refused to break. ”Would you want to ride on my back?” He wanted to return to the Hallows with a swiftness, but he wouldn’t force her.