you're the satellite

It wasn't that Romulus didn't believe Lillith when she assured him that she was fine between wheezing breaths... okay, yeah, actually it was. He could tell Lillith was the type of wolf to reassure others that she was all right when really she was falling apart. He didn't respond to her annoyance over him fussing for her well-being; he hadn't carried her all the way home for her pride to end her now. He did appreciate that she went to bat for his credibility when her father started to scrutinize him, the walls clearly up around this overprotective father. He gave her a trace of a smile while her father took a look at her to make sure she was okay. When he didn't immediately whisk her off to a healer, he told himself that Lillith must be okay. But it did also give him a bit of insight into Lillith. This was not something new to her or unexpected, given her father's relaxing demeanor. That meant this was something chronic to her.

He studied Lillith with curious eyes, only looking away when her father began to thank him for saving her. "Don't mention it," he replied with a dip of his head in acknowledgement. It hadn't really been much; he'd been in tougher fights, even though his shoulder was still bleeding freely and his muzzle and face was still caked in the feline's drying blood. Lillith's father ducked down so she could climb onto his back and he could carry her back inside, leaving Romulus standing at the border while watching them with wondering eyes. Was he going to be turned away now, or would Lillith try to convince her dad to let him in? He supposed it didn't really matter if he was turned away; he would just find somewhere else to stay.

His worries were assuaged when the alpha turned back to him and asked if he'd like to stay for a meal and to rest for the night. It was clear by the way he looked at the boy and spoke that he didn't trust him. Roman couldn't exactly blame him; he was a stranger coming to his doorstep with his bloodied and bruised daughter on his back. Still, what sort of threat could a yearling pose to him? "That would be nice. Thank you, sir," he replied and began to slowly follow behind him up towards the castle, keeping his silver eyes on Lillith the entire time. "If you can spare some bandages or lamb's ear, I'd really like to patch my shoulder up too."

"Romulus Armada"