FAR BEYOND THE MOONLIGHT

Oh, how she yearned to reach out and touch him, to pull him into her grasp and fill the little cracks that she was beginning to feel. And yet that wouldn?t be fair; how wicked a woman she would be if she dared to touch him. Already her confession that she felt his absence had been enough, but anything else and she feared she might egg him on. They both knew that she would never leave Isardis, that she would always be the loyal knight of Taurig?s father, and Argent didn?t regret that for the most part. ?You should seek out a healer. Those sorts of wounds can be infected,? she told him, motherly instincts present as they always were.
She watched his ears pinned back, listened to him speak, and it broke her heart. The expression on her face was saddened, and her head turned to face the ground. ?I don?t want to be your enemy,? she told him, and perhaps that was to be inferred from what she had admitted. Oh, she didn?t want to imagine herself fighting Taurig, didn?t want to think of his blood on her paws or what it tasted like. ?I can?t- I couldn?t- I?,? I could never hurt you she thought, and what a lie that was.
Argent twitched towards him for a moment before maintaining her position. She thought of her children, of Glaciem, of Isardis, steering herself for the hardest battle she?d faced yet.