A Warm Hug is Still a Warm Hug
12-31-2013, 11:57 PM
Silent had been out and about Seracia, checking the borders that surrounded her family's den. Ever since the war, she had been paranoid about intruders coming at different angles. Her drive to monitor the status of her home and any potential signs of Bronze coming home had enough fire to keep her going. With any luck, something would change in her now usual routine to watch out for her pack's wellbeing. Luck was, in fact, on her side that evening. Silent had reached the corner of where two border lines met when she heard a soft whimpering in the distance. One ear turned in its direction as the other searched the place she currently stood. Nothing was new there, so she turned and pursued the source of the whimpers. The closer she got, the louder they became, making her pace increase in speed. The black female came sprinting out of the trees and saw the source. He was on his stomach, ears flat against his head and whimpers of being frightened escaped his little lips. His scent graced her nose and she realized he belonged to Loccian. However, she didn't voice it as she approached. Like a shadow with gleaming green eyes, she slipped her way towards him and stopped when she reached his small form. Mother instincts kicked in and she wrapped herself around the Prince's shivering body. "Shhh," she soothingly said, wrapping her thick, black tail around him. "There, there," Silent whispered, warmth seeping from her body and her voice. "What is the matter, little one?" "talking" |