The blood you bleed Is just the blood you owe

Flare returned to find her out and about. She’d barely left the bed the last few days, leaving him to sleep on a spare coat as he left her to recover. Her slow progress was a source of frustration to him, but this time, this once... he left his frustrations to himself. He’d caught a string of rabbits today, and he tossed them on the table as he paused to watch her kindle the fire. How capable was she feeling today?

He watched her a few more moments, and then turned back to the table. He skinned the rabbits using his metal claw tips, separating the skin which he would hang and dry. The meat, he cut into chunks and placed to the side. He wasn’t much of a cook, and neither had eaten much more than plain raw meat while she had been out. He missed her cooking. Damn fool of a wolf, getting herself broken.

He cleared his throat, and clicked a paw. His usual way to get her attention. “Make a stew, something hearty. I’m increasing your meals, for a little while.” He informed her. She was skin and bone.

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