Why does it hurt so much

She leaned against him, looking up at nothing in particular as she simply… listened. His husky voice with the last dregs of sleepiness was a hypnotising thing. He started by laying out the groundwork. Describing his litter. The names matched no faces in her mind, so she pictured them as tiny little Incs. one angry, and one quickly morphing to white as her lover described his sister in a little more detail. It sounded like from the moment he had been born, he had learnt to become a shield. Something entered his voice, and she wondered what had become of her sister. She leaned a little further backwards, and licked his chin. Offering silent support without disturbing his story.

When he finished speaking, she rubbed her head against his. “Thank you for sharing, Incubus. It gives me some insight on how you’ve become the wolf you are today. How long have you been in Ashen then? If you lived much of your life as a loner.” She wondered.


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