Behind the curtain

Ahhh, Artorias. He had changed since that day they had first met. In so many ways innocent and youthful. There was an experience about him now. He had grown quickly into the role of Alpha. The largest part of him that remained unchanged, however, was his moral compass on right and wrong. His belief on her rights had not changed. He was relaxed and comfortable on the soft grasses of his pack. Here, he was supreme leader, and she was utterly within his power. There was admiration in his eyes when they looked at her, she was sure of it. Well familiar with the appreciative gaze of a male. But even here and now, he would not, could not, take advantage of his beautiful slave. He was a world apart from those that had trained her. Shockingly, strictly different. She loved him for it.

She reached a paw forward, slowly, giving him plenty of room to pull away. If he didn’t, she would place it against his soft cheek. Liking the feel of it beneath her paw. It was not the first time she had done so, and she smiled at the large leader. The protector. “I’ve taken your words to heart, Artorias. I will not offer myself to any wolf I did not wish to be with.” Her words and gestures were simple, and soft. Giving him all the room in the world to walk away

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