Too young to feel this old

Mercury glanced over at the smaller wolf beside him with a smile. “I’m always happy to help you, Gwynevere” he told her. Busy man or not, he came when the healer called for him. He too enjoyed her company. Being needed was a positive as well. It was true that Mercury thrived off being useful. It was part of what made the Hallows work so well for him as a home.

It didn’t take long for the dark toned wolf to find berry bushes, and he considered her question for a moment. They were still in Hallows territory, so there was no reason for him to stand almost protectively at her side. Sword on the outer side of them, so he could unsheath it quickly without hurting her. There was no need for it, but some things were simply a habit. “Hmmm… I’d have to say raspberry. I like the hint of sour.”


"Gwynevere & Mercury"