Moving On

The severe emotions moving across the young fae's face were evident and Chimera said nothing as he let her process what had been said. Whatever thoughts were going through her head, he wasn't privy to them. Not until she opened her mouth to speak. I was no surprise to him that Azzurra had felt like a burden. She was small, and from what he'd gathered when she and her brother had joined the pack, somewhat unhealthy. It hadn't bothered the man then because her brother had promised to pull the weight for both of them. Now she had been abandoned and she said as much. She worried about having things taken from her if she didn't acquire them herself. Tears filled the girl's sapphire eyes and her voice wavered. There was only one thing to do.

A big, snow white foreleg circled around Azzurra, pulling her against a wide, dual-toned chest. Chimera was gentle, however. If she wished to pull away, she could very well do so with ease. His neck curled so that he could look down upon the small fae and his voice was soft when he spoke. "As someone that's been abandoned, I do know how you feel." The brute's black toed paw moved up to gently wipe the tears from the fae's silver cheeks before bringing her gaze up to meet his own. "No matter what has happened in your life, no matter who has come and gone, so long as you are a member of Fenmyre, I will never abandon you, Azzurra." There was strong conviction in his words. She was his wolf and whether she felt like a burden or not, she would be cared for by Chimera as was his duty as King.

In an attempt to lighten the mood, Chimera gave the girl's shoulder a pat. "Should we get your new home fixed up?" He'd repaired the major issues with the bungalows himself. The unused structures had collected dust while not in use, so really it should have just needed a thorough cleaning, a few furs and some personal touches and it would be habitable. "Let's go choose some furs for you. Anything that you pick will belong to you alone, my gift to you." Not that they wouldn't have belonged to her anyway, but verbally transferring ownership may have made her feel better. Chimera's mismatched eyes rested on the small fae and he waited for her to make a decision.

"Chimera Klein"