When will I see you again

“Oh” she said as he caught her, little quick breaths in her throat from the way the world had spun. This was a strange feeling, she wasn’t sure if she liked this at all. Then he pulled her against him, and she decided maybe there were some things about this she liked. She didn’t protest, instead letting herself fall into his soft coat, and the familiar scent of him. There were two things in this world she loved. Briar and Artorias. Anything else could be temporary, fleeting, and she wouldn’t care.

She felt the deep rumbles of his voice in his chest. No matter how she had been used, there was nothing frightful about being in this growling wolf’s arms. She leaned her head against him, closing her eyes. “I know, you’ve been good to me. You and Briar both. I don’t know how to fight back. It’s easier… easier to let things happen then to fight. They made sure I learnt that lesson, and I don’t know to unlearn it” she sniffled softly into his coat, her emotions all over the place. This wasn’t what the raiders were like when they were drunk… what had he given her?

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