i met you in the dark
05-29-2021, 11:59 AM
“I’m Segin,” he replied quietly in response when Indigo gave him his name. It was perhaps the most fitting name he had ever heard for a wolf. His adoptive mother always claimed to have some rhyme or reason for the names she had picked for him and his siblings, but never explained herself. He could feel Indigo’s eyes on him, examining him, as a healer would. The torn and raw skin on his paw pads, the cuts that scattered across his sides and legs from treating through brush, the bite wounds on his scruff that had mostly healed at this point, but not well, his ribs standing out in stark contrast along his sides. He knew he was in rough shape, but he hadn’t had it in him to do anything about it. He supposed that if he just ignored it long enough one of his conditions would kill him.
The fact of Indigo’s skill set was confirmed shortly afterward and Segin nodded. He wasn’t confident enough to claim the title himself. He knew enough to keep his sisters and the pups they bore alive, but that was about it. His ears flicked back against his head when he mentioned that he’d catch a cold in this state and Segin knew he was right, though it was hard to make himself care. The worry of the larger man made him feel guilty for not caring though and that was enough for him to take the offer of huddling against him seriously. He wanted to deny the offer, insist that he was fine, but with that watchful blue gaze on him he felt like he couldn’t. He had been found out and now he would have to either leave or go along with letting Indigo care about him. He didn’t know why he would since he was just a stranger, but as he watched the larger man settle down with his head on his paws it truly seemed like this man was just a gentle giant. He didn’t know that for sure since he couldn’t make a full assumption based on such a brief interaction, but at this point what did he have to lose?
He nodded again to Indigo’s statement, pointing out that he had been alone for a while. “For a season or two,” he told him, unsure of exactly how much time had passed. He knew the seasons had changed at least, though the longer, extended wintery conditions made it difficult to evaluate. He was honestly shocked that he had even stayed alive this long. Some small part of him kept him alive, forcing him to occasionally eat enough to sustain him, making him treat his wounds enough to keep them from getting infected. His survival instincts weren’t completely gone yet so perhaps that’s why he pushed himself to his paws with a bit of effort after a few long moments of indecision. Crossing the space between them, Segin sank down into Indigo’s side, pressing himself into the larger curve of his form. The warmth he provided was admittedly a relief and he sighed softly as he nestled into his thick, vibrant coat comfortably, leaning his head into Indigo’s shoulder.
The fact of Indigo’s skill set was confirmed shortly afterward and Segin nodded. He wasn’t confident enough to claim the title himself. He knew enough to keep his sisters and the pups they bore alive, but that was about it. His ears flicked back against his head when he mentioned that he’d catch a cold in this state and Segin knew he was right, though it was hard to make himself care. The worry of the larger man made him feel guilty for not caring though and that was enough for him to take the offer of huddling against him seriously. He wanted to deny the offer, insist that he was fine, but with that watchful blue gaze on him he felt like he couldn’t. He had been found out and now he would have to either leave or go along with letting Indigo care about him. He didn’t know why he would since he was just a stranger, but as he watched the larger man settle down with his head on his paws it truly seemed like this man was just a gentle giant. He didn’t know that for sure since he couldn’t make a full assumption based on such a brief interaction, but at this point what did he have to lose?
He nodded again to Indigo’s statement, pointing out that he had been alone for a while. “For a season or two,” he told him, unsure of exactly how much time had passed. He knew the seasons had changed at least, though the longer, extended wintery conditions made it difficult to evaluate. He was honestly shocked that he had even stayed alive this long. Some small part of him kept him alive, forcing him to occasionally eat enough to sustain him, making him treat his wounds enough to keep them from getting infected. His survival instincts weren’t completely gone yet so perhaps that’s why he pushed himself to his paws with a bit of effort after a few long moments of indecision. Crossing the space between them, Segin sank down into Indigo’s side, pressing himself into the larger curve of his form. The warmth he provided was admittedly a relief and he sighed softly as he nestled into his thick, vibrant coat comfortably, leaning his head into Indigo’s shoulder.