On My Own
Swamp Wolves!
08-12-2021, 03:15 PM
The dejected youth fell silent for a little while after he'd asked about her lack of a home, and suddenly he found himself awkwardly regretting his choice to speak. His concern morphed into the slightest frown, dark lips pulled taught and then curving down at the corners. When the girl finally spoke again, she simply muttered "War." and was silent once more. A light grunt of recognition escaped the muddy healer, who nodded his head solemnly. "Can't say I'm too familiar with war, it's not really a thing with my family. It doesn't sound like it's done ya any favours though, pinkie." he said, auds tipping back towards his skull in sympathy. Mirroring her sorrowful posture somewhat, he slowly dipped down onto his elbows and curled his forepaws inward at the wrists. The dark nub of his tail twitched back and forth while he pondered on a solution to her struggles. It didn't feel right to leave an abandoned child to her own devices in the big wide world, did it? She looked more than big enough to fend for herself, but he'd begun to realize that being tall and imposing was kind of a trend everywhere else. "If you've got nowhere to sleep tonight, would you like to come stay with me?" the offer was paired with a small tilt of his head, and a pointed ignorance towards the discontented hair tugging of the frog perched on his neck. For some reason he'd been spending a lot of his evenings feeding strangers, and listening to their woes. Perhaps that was the path he was meant to take, who was he to turn down what the world kept offering him? "I can cook us a nice dinner, and you can borrow the spot I use for my patients until you figure out where you're headed next." he added with a lopsided grin, hoping against all hope he could wipe that horrible sorrow off of the girl's delicate, rose-tinted face. |
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