a caustic, fleeting thing

“Excellent” He responded, breaking character to give her an amusement grin as they made their way to the door. Before exciting, Hazel asked what the plan was. “Let's head out to the cove to see how construction on the fishing hut is going” he half said, and half suggested. The beach territory was still new to the Armada. It was good to have access to a beach again, even if this one was far chillier then the one the pack had grown accustomed to.

She looked at Hazel as she peered at him over her shoulder, and gently ushered her out the door. He would need to consider starting her on training exercises to re-strength her muscles and test the limits of her healing body. But perhaps not today. Not her first day out of her bed, there were limits. And he didn’t plan to die in his sleep, poisoned by his faithful healer.


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