Peace or Tranquility? [open]

Her voice caressed his ears softly as she spoke, sending into a wonderful daze the likes of which he had never known before. He was too young to comprehend the frivolities of lines on a map, of alliances and rivalries, he wanted only to be with the female, to experience her entirely, to be absorbed into the blissful world she had swept him into with her kind words and understanding heart. He could tell her anything, and would do so,gladly and willingly. "I-it's my sisters." He said, almost ashamed of his own, chalky adolescent voice compared to the sweet row of syllables that left her delicate jaws. He scent, the scent of flowers in spring, assaulted his senses, driving him mad with longing and devotion. Would it be too much to say he had fallen in love with her? He prayed not.

"M-my sisters..." he continued, regaining his train of thought from his engrossment of her beauty. "Well. They're not REALLY my sisters anyway, they were given high ranks in my pack, but me and my brother...My real brother, were completely left out of being assigned any rank at all." He said, his voice feeble. She would think he was stupid. A stupid starry eyed pup with no hope of redemption.

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