I'll Always Find My Way Back To You
Po-em
11-27-2021, 03:44 PM
Embracing his woman, Sparhawk buried his muzzle against her cheek and whispered, "I want to come home." His journey had been so long. So arduous. He just wanted to be here with her and their children and their pack. Right where he belonged. Right with her. There was a nagging anxiety within him that Theory would deny him his return, but he didn't want to think ill of her. She was Poem's sister, after all. He hadn't simply run off. There had been a very, very valid reason and the results were written all over his face, chest, neck and forelegs. He had taken this abuse and had snuffed out the danger so that his family, and her family by extension, wouldn't have to suffer. Poem ran her pads over the scars marring his red and grey face and he leaned into her touch. They had healed enough to not be open sores, but they were still very fresh and would fade some with age, but never completely. She then told him that two of their children had wandered away from Abaven. This... made him anxious. They were too young to be out in the world. Too young by far. It was difficult to control children sometimes, but worry ate at the man's stomach. "We can only hope they will be coming back one day. I cannot wait to see my girls. My family." He pressed his forehead against hers again. "I could not wait to see you." The woman was adamant that Theory wouldn't make her choose and Sparhawk nodded. "Should we call her?" The world was late and he was beyond exhausted. The man wanted nothing more than to curl up with his wife and his daughters and sleep. Gods knew that he hadn't slept more than a wink since he'd been pulled away from them. Sparhawk -- Poem
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Sparhawk has a very heavy Russian accent. Forgive his bad grammar.
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Sparhawk <3 Poem