Can I be close to you?

Speech ─ Think

her companion was one he didn't particularly like. cats for that manner, any.. feline creatures he loathed. he hunted them rather and the line between food was only divided by a single body: medusa's. he flashed a fang, a subtle warning as he moved past umbra to see his mate. it was urgent, and he needed to be here as soon as he could.

while he sat on the plush furs, medusa laid still with a thumping tail. she always did communicate her enthusiasm for him with her body language. but he couldn't return the favor yet, his face displeased as he listened to medusa in her attempt to calm his flared temper. she spoke with practicality and he knew it. but why didn't that make sense here.. when he was around her? "Still.." he sighed, defying her logic. nonsense, it aggravated him to feel like he was full of nonsense for her. it was then in this mere moment, this present moment, that Érebos began to become aware of his emotions for her. he loved her. he choked at the thought, clearing his throat while he looked down to gather turmeric paste that sat in a pouch to his left near the entry of the den. a distraction he needed from the dialogue of his own mind. "Ah, found the comfrey." way to go Érebos..

he gathered the orange paste and gently grabbed her paw had she allowed him to, his touch kind to her body as it had been before; Érebos would plaster her fur with the paste to ease the inflammation first & foremost. she earned his attentive care. "May I?" as gentlemanly as ever, he treated medusa differently from the rest. seeking her permission first-, only then would Érebos begin to lay bandages down around the broken wrist. her paw was dainty- her frame sleek and thin like a woman ought to be. he kept his thoughts at bay despite his carnal hunger for her. she needed medical care not a confession that he just now began to love her.

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like the shining stars of the north, follow me to the pole