A taste of home

He ducked his head as she raised the paw, but she didn’t even try to swipe him. Perhaps deciding it was far too much effort to reach up to his head. She didn’t make any more comments on it, and the moment passed. If she had meant anything by it, he didn’t know.

He felt relief to hear she wanted him to join her. It would be a different dynamic to their friendship then they had faced before, but Merc welcomed the change. “Us Ilious wolves have to stick together after all, right?” he asked. Not at all troubled by the possessiveness in her teasing words. He did however twist his shoulder to look at her paws. “I think they’re clean enough” he said. His wounds felt raw already from the cleaning. “So, does this prospective pack of yours have a name?”


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