Tagged as Hurt/Comfort

He'd been waiting for his husband to return, dozing lightly amidst the sleeping forms of their children while dark auds turned towards the entry in search of approaching paws. So when a set of paws with a familiar gait approached the den, and then stopped shy of entering... well. That was worrisome. So the wraith extricated himself from the pile of slumbering puppies, and slunk out into the chilly night air. And there was his beloved, pallid fur illuminated in the light of the moon, cheeks wet with tears. Mismatched brows furrowed with unspoken concern and sorrow, and he pulled himself fully out into the night to close the gap between them.

Slender limbs reached forth to envelop his lover in a gentle embrace, unspoken offerings of comfort thrust upon the bedraggled male as Nao settled his cheek against the smaller male's neck. He didn't utter a sound, instead ushering his husband to lean into him, to allow Nao to be the strong one in this moment. Things were difficult for Mojito lately, the struggle of managing their offspring and tending to his ailing friend. The woman was gravely ill, and her failing health very clearly weighed upon the wolfdog. It seemed that with each passing day, his husband was growing just as sickly. Exhaustion, stress, grief, they were taking their toll.

His tongue slipped past dark lips to smooth gently over the silky tresses of fur along Mojito's shoulder, a gesture of comfort as he let the man weep for the loss that hadn't yet befallen him. Sometimes, the waiting was just as terrible as the inevitable death itself.