Maybe it's a dream

Giddy. She was definitely giddy. “Might want to slow down” he teased her for the light slurring in her words. “I have had some training in the area, but… I’m not the wolf that first picked up that ledger and forged those trade agreements. I’m also the wolf that watched my people die. It’s important to me that I’m in a position that's vital to the defence of this pack. That is in the need-to-know of threats, so I can find the solution to deal with them.” He said, true seriousness entering his words. “Do you intend for the position to be challengeable?” He asked her. It would make it harder to keep a coherent defence if the position often changed by the whims of a good or bad fight. No wolf could win forever, after all.

Who else would I want? she asked him, and he felt sudden heat beneath his skin. The burning of it made him realise he had drunk a little more himself then he should have. It was harder to remember why it was so important to keep a little distance between them. When the soft tones of her voice filled the air between them, and he could feel the heat of her body. The main source of warmth in the cool gorge. He felt a sudden desire to lean closer to her. Wisdom, what was wisdom? He was forgetting the reasons for his doubts. He let out a soft husk laugh. “ Uncomfortable?” He whispered to her. “Quite the opposite.” he found his eyes moving to hers. To the warm of her aqua eyes, and everything behind them. The friendship and bonds between them. Why was he waiting again? There would be no one but her. That was why he was forging this path for her. Was he leaning forward? Suddenly she seemed so much closer.

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