a caustic, fleeting thing

The Warlord nodded wisely at the mention of Halo doing ‘Halo things’ though there was a twinkle of mirth in his eyes. He knew an escape attempt when he saw one. Hell, he’d been den bound for a few months with a broken leg. He knew what cabin fever looked like.

“I do believe I require your services, Hazel” He told her formallyl [/b] “As your alpha and father” [/b] He offered her his paw. “If you’d accompany your old man for a walk?” He asked her, his expression kind as he offered to take all the blame for her outing. If she felt strong enough to stretch her legs, he would take it. She needed to regain some of her inner strength, take charge.


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