know your place

He watched as she backed away, curling into her shivering form at the back of the small cave. He turned his gaze to Bast, who had spent this time quickly and methodically drying her coat. She looked far less wet then the rest of them, and he nodded his head to her, and then to Shalla.

“I’m surprised we haven’t caught your scent before now.” He said, but then this cave backed up on an isolated part of the Cove, just outside of their scent markers. They had not been as vigilant patrolling the beach, since it was outside the heart of their territory and their hunting grounds.

As he spoke, Bast rose slowly, and shuffled her way towards the red toned wolf. Pausing and tilting her head to the side before letting out a soft meow, and a one beat of a purr. Certain that she had relayed her intentions as good, she continued forward again before stopping beside Shalla, and leaning into the other wolf. Offering her body heat to the shivering stranger. As a leopard, her own coat was criminally plush, and she was the least concerned with the cold temperatures.

“Did you? Where did you plan to go?” He asked her softly. He hadn’t decided yet what - if anything - he planned to do with her.


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