Wear It Like Armor

Mojito · Updated 04/30/23:

It was a massive weight lifted off his heart when it seemed Satira was cheered up, giggling as he tickled her gently. He squeezed her tight his embrace saying how much her cared just as much as the words he told her, how many times had he told her he loved her? It felt like every time he saw her, but somehow it never felt like enough. "I love you too Satira." He told her for the thousandth time. The next question... It made his heart drop suddenly. Gods. If Naiche wasn't already dead he'd have killed the man himself for what it had done to his kids. "Honey, as long as it's within my power I promise I won't leave you." Some part of him hated the sneaky way he'd had to phrase it. But he wasn't willing to lie to his daughter, he had no way of knowing what could happen. He had no intention of dying but obviously he also didn't think Naiche had meant to either.

But that thought was quickly banished as another question popped up, and despite himself and the darker turn his mind had made Mojito couldn't help but laugh. "Dogs are a small species of canine." He started to explain. "Usually smaller than wolves anyways." He gently placed a kiss on her skull. "Dogs come in even more varieties than wolves here do, everything from their height and size to their tails, ears, coats and even build. My father, he was a type of dog called a border collie, a proud group of dogs that often work as herders." He gave his little girl a wink. "So if you ever feel the desire to circle and herd Hoa let me know, he'll be happy to play along." Whether his sheep companion was actually happy was up for debate but he knew his companion would not say no.

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Wear It Like Armor

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