Straight through the hole in my heart

Mercury turned to the sound of pawsteps on the earth. Part hopeful for any signs of Wren, and part weary alert. After all, something had caused the missing wolves to bleed. At the sight of the small white wolf, his weariness relaxed and his hope folded inwards. Not a threat, and not the wolf he sought. Her stammered words fell on dark ears, and he struggled to find gentle words of his own amongst his grief. “I’m not. Are you… a healer?” he asked softly, realising then that she might see something in the splattered blood that he had missed.

“I am not injured, but I could use your aid… if you're willing to give it?” keeping his voice soft despite the urgency he felt. He had never been a hard wolf, but the gentleness that came easily to him seemed smothered and hard to reach at the moment. But he found it regardless.


"Speech"