Lost & Scared

He had never been this exhausted in his life. Even when he'd been making the trek from his homeland to the rest of the world, the white man had never been this thoroughly exhausted. His body felt like it was made of lead and it was someone had pinned rocks on his eyelids; he could barely lift them. His pale pelt clung to his muscular torso, looking rather disheveled with all the dirt that was clinging to it now. He could care less about his appearance at the moment. Sleep and making sure Seraphine was okay were his main priorities. Speaking of Seraphine, he could hear the quiet thumping of small paws as she made her way inside the new den, pressing her darker head against his neck as she thanked him, snuggling into his side. With much effort the brute managed to peel his eyelids back, revealing dreary icy and maroon eyes. You're very welcome little one. He murmued gently, his voice thick with exhaustion.


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