Sneaking Out Past Curfew

Plague was glad that Venom at least revealed the details of how she met this new found male instead of keeping him in suspense. He listened while she detailed how white and blue wolf had built the rope swing at the southern tip of their shores and had convinced her to participate in such a thing—which also felt so out of the range of what he would have expected from her. Still, he couldn't remember the last time he heard her say that she had fun and that stuck out loud and clear to him. He smiled a little as she leaned into him, still listening as she revealed how she ended up having to chase the brute out of the territory, which made him smirk and chuckle.

His first impressions of the man were probably pretty similar to what it seemed like her impression of him had been which was a rouge and a scoundrel so when she added that she had run into him again and he had helped her when her injured leg betrayed her he was surprised again. It was hard to get the full range of a wolf just from a brief interaction and a couple of stories, but he could tell from the way Venom described their time together and how she spoke of him that she was quite fond of him. There were very few wolves that he could remember Venom smiling about when she talked about them and somehow this wolf had become one of those wolves.

He was quiet the whole time she was telling her stories and when she was done he searched her face for a moment before sighing and lifting his forelegs to wrap them around her shoulders, hugging her tight with his head resting on top of hers. "You know I just want you to be happy and you know I trust your judgement," he told her, giving her an affectionate squeeze. "I'm glad you're having fun. It's good to see you smile again." Plague lifted his head again and looked down at her, a grin that he was trying and failing to contain tugging at his lips. "If he hurts you though... That blue and white pelt of his would make a stunning rug." He chuckled and gave her another squeeze before he let her go, getting to his paws so he could walk her back to the palace. "What's his name?" he asked, realizing he still didn't know her suitor's name.

Plague | Viridis | Procella