come a little closer

Her response surprised him. To him, the Armada was home. It had always been home, and when he needed help or healing, he went there. He went to Halo, who was the most kind-hearted wolf he knew, who would patch up his bumps and bruises and sneak him treats she had made himself. Comforting.

“Alright then, no offence was meant.” He said, still uncertain what had set her off. He shrugged and made his way back over to the deer. Shaking off the blood from the mountain lion as he did so. He crouched by the deer, and began the process of cutting it with quick, deft movements. Splitting open the hide in a way that wouldn’t damage it. “If you ever want a hunting companion again, look me up. I’m in the Armada, we have the woods adjacent to these ones - but if you don’t want to get close to it, just howl.” He suggested.


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