Maybe it's a dream

He knew that, which was why the only thing he was asking for was time. Time to recover from the great loss, and the harrowing journey here. It seemed that Wren was willing to give it to him. He nodded his head, and offered her a smile, pulling that hurt back into him, burying it down. “Then I look forward to seeing you do just that” He teased lightly. He knew that if was willing to give any wolf a go, it would be Wren. He would get over his fear, it would settle with time. He had to believe that.

“A toast then. To our survival, to our future. To Menagerie” He said, lifting up the bottle of wine he had brought, and offering it to the blue eyed beauty across from him. After all, he had invited her here so that she could unwind. He was glad they had aired the troubles between them. But now all he wanted was to see her laugh.


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