Past the tribulation

It shouldn’t surprise him that she had never had a friend before. But, she was older than him, and he knew how painful it was not to have someone to lean on. How harsh her life must have been. To suffer atrocities before coming here. To be used and abused, and not have one single wolf in the world to lean upon.

He liked that little smile, it spoke of a quiet hope as she looked at him and agreed. They would be friends. His smile grew again, and he knew she would be okay. She would be safe in the Armada, she could leave behind her past and grow in this pack. She would be his friend.

He grinned and reached a wing forward to bop it gently against her shoulder. “I…. I don’t know, I haven’t really had much time for play these days. I guess I like to fish.” Hana had installed that like in him, but he wouldn’t let the thought bring him down.


"Mortis Fatalis"