The Lower I Sink

Kichi would never be labeled the most sensitive fellow or an empathetic fellow.  Relm coming up was unexpected but with a glance at her he continued on patrol.  The silver wolf was comfortable around her in a way he was around very few others.  Neither he nor Relm had ever been one much for words so something as trivial as a ‘hello’ didn’t need to be bothered with.  There was more companionship in the quiet presence than blabbing of nothing.

Kichi wasn’t completely blind or ignorant of his senses.  His step slowed after a few moments to look at Relm.  Her body was tense and there was a scent of a pain that didn’t come from a physical injury about her.  Kichi knew pain, and he knew Relm knew it but from where did her pain come now?  Things had been peaceful in the pack, safe, and in his day-to-day everything seemed peaceful.  What had she been up to?

“Relm? What’s wrong?” A mixture of concern and confusion spoke softly in his voice. He remembered another time she had been upset and what her answer had been.  Physical pain to stop her from feeling nothing.  This time she appeared to feel something so a bloody battle might not be what she hoped for this time.  Well, she’d tell him if she wanted, and if he could help then he would.

"Kichi"