What Dreams May Come

Dull eyes and patchy ears flicked up to the white male. A small flicker of hope would flare into his chest, and he wondered if he could truly trust this male. He seemed sincere, so willing to help...But Mako had been fooled many times before. Could he really trust him? He had to right? Mako couldn't live his entire life in fear. His mother after all was far away, hopefully forgotten about him. But he never knew...she could always be lurking out there somewhere. Slowly Mako would begin to uncurl from his tensed defensive ball, his tail slowly coming to rest on his front paws as he hesitantly raised his body. He kept his eyes down, however, just as he had been taught. If Cael was as nice as he said, then Mako hoped that he could help him in due time. After all, he was able to trust Kar.

Finally, Mako had decided to look up at the man. His ever changing orbs looking up into the dual toned eyes of the man. He nodded, "I...I need help...can I really go back with you? I've been running for...so long. Is Valhalla really safe?" His lip would tremble, the young boy doubtful about the possibilities of there being a safe place away from his mother. He hoped though, that Cael was right.





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