purple diamond in the rough

Little ears perked as Indigo began to move. He instructed her to leave the skins and she did so, dropping them from between tiny, sharp teeth. The young woman gave a nod and waited for the giant man to walk past her. He assured her that there were better furs up above and she was genuinely looking forward to them. The ones near the fire had been incredibly comfortable, so she imagined the ones in the chamber would feel heavenly.

Gypsy was pleased to feel Indigo’s tail against her shoulder and hear the obvious clicking of claws as they ascended the staircase. That meant more to her than he could imagine. He was taking her feelings and position into account. Going up the stairs this time was much easier than the first time. Up was easy. Down was a little more difficult. Indigo’s gentle verbal reminders as to the last step and the turns that they needed to take were welcome as well. It was like a tether with his voice. She rather liked it.

Once they were back in the room, she was directed to a pile of plush furs. Gypsy gasped lightly as she stepped into the pile of extreme comfort. Never in all of her life had she touched such luxurious furs. The small wolf took a few turns in the middle of the pile and curled into a tight ball. She let the soft, clean hairs of the top pelt drift between her pink toe pads. It was enough to make her eyes fill with tears. “Thank you,” she spoke in a barely audible whisper. Perhaps it was because she was so tired, but her inhibitions were low. The girl’s small body began to shake as she cried quietly into the furs.