I'm here to make the understatements

He held her gaze, chasing away the words that whispered near-constantly in the recess of his mind. The here and now. Him, Tamsyn, and the weight of the world on her chest. He smiled as she mentioned yelling at Rudyard. Wayward kids was a constant struggle with the Warlord too.

His smile vanished as pools of sadness began in the corners of her eyes. He leaned a little closer to her, creating a world that was just the two of them, as he listened. So, Gwyn took after her green-eyed mother then. Helping, helping, helping. Even when it hurt her. Her rant grew, and grew, letting out the poison in her heart. When she stepped closer, head butting his chest, he wrapped his paws about her, holding her gently close to him. Her head against his chest, where she could hear the steady beating of his heart.

He let her go when she pulled free, no matter how much he didn’t want to. He was respecting her lines, letting her come and go, push and pull, as much as she needed. He loved her. Oh, it was a stupid, horrible truth, but it lingered in his heart as he watched her kick against the stone and wish she could make it all stop.

“You are not the wolf you were in your fathers clutches. You are strong and grown into yourself. You can hold your own, and I have no doubt you could free your own self now if you ever needed to.”

He stepped closer to her again. “But you don’t have to, because I will always come. Always, always, always. I would chase you to the other end of Boreas and save you, even knowing damn well you could save yourself.

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