The smaller wolf seated herself in front of him, and he looked at her with longing, admiration, and no small amount of lust. But he didn’t speak, as she rose up on her paws, resting one on his chest, and the other on his cheek. He looked at the bright glow of her eyes, and let his eyes slide closed as she spoke.
She understood the war in his heart without him ever needing to speak the words. She was intuitive, and gentle with his heart. He leaned forward and pressed his head gently against hers. “I’m not sure I deserve you, sweet Isa.” He told her softly. “There’s so many memories here. So many memories down my long life. But it's with you I chose to make new ones.”
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