Wear It Like Armor

Mojito · Updated 04/30/23:

He could see it, the pain in his daughter's eyes, and a wave of emotion crashed over the man. Hurt, worry and a fierce protectiveness that swore up and down that whatever had made his daughter look so damn sad would pay with its life. Satira easily pulled into his embrace and Mojito lowered himself to curl around the tiny girl, as if to physically shield her from the world and whatever it was that had made her sad. Her words tore right through his heart and Mojito pulled back slightly so he could come to rest on his stomach, be on the same level as his daughter and look her in the eye as he responded. "Oh baby girl, no!" He said it with so much force, so much conviction, and it was true. At least to him, she was the most perfect thing. He planted a soft kiss on her forehead before moving to try and rest his skull on hers, his voice soft and sincere when he spoke. "You are the smartest, hardest working, most precious wolf I've ever met." He pulled away briefly to look at her again. "And the most beautiful, even more than your mother, don't tell her that." He gave her a quick playful wink before his brow furrowed again.

"Satira what made you think that?" He knew things were strained between himself and her mother but for her sake Mojito at least was trying to keep things civil, even if his frustration about how Asla seemed to be responding drove him up the wall, but some part of him worried that she had absorbed the tension, and had internalized it. Had thought it was somehow her fault.

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Wear It Like Armor

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