Hoping

*Ashtoreth* · 12-03-2013, 03:45 AM

Walk | Talk | Think

Ashtoreth stayed close, almost clinging, desperate to do what she could to keep Leon with her. She knew deep down that the war was not going to be won within the first minutes of the siege; it was going to take time, energy, and possibly lives. Somehow this blue-eyed wolf had managed to extricate himself from the mess of battle just in the heat of things and she could not imagine that the whole of it could be over and done with already. If he was needed, would his return be demanded? Would she be forced to wait and worry for him all over again? No, she thought, resolution and selfishness coating the unsaid word. Since she had joined Valhalla she had been a willing follower in the pack, allowing herself to be guided by the directions of her leaders without question or comment, but for the first time she felt the stirrings of reluctance. What she felt for Leon, what they had between them, was simply not something she could abandon because of duty, and until he spoke she worried her loyalties might be tested.

The answer he gave as he drew back enough to lick her muzzle was reflective of her own thoughts and brought about a quick smile as her two-toned eyes filled with quiet tears. You're stuck with me now. The phrase filled her with such joy that it was all she could do to bury her face into the fur of his neck as he nuzzled into her cheek, her throat closed by the lump that had risen there and stilled her from saying any more. It was just what she had been hoping for. Leon was free; now all they needed to do was wait for the pack lands to be safe so they could return, as a couple, and begin their lives anew with each other.

When he suggested they move from the border, the emotional grey wolf obliged, turning and following just at his side as he led them more safely within the Seracian territory. Only after a few paces was she able to get her voice back, though she was still too caught up in her shock to have her thoughts sorted out enough to say much. There was little about the battle she wished to know - fights of this caliber were a squeamish topic for her - but noting again the bloodied scrape against the male's cheek, she murmured, "Oh, Leon," and placed a careful lick against his chin so there was no worry of moving his cheek and possibly causing the injury to sting. "Did you want me to call for one of the healers?" she asked, an audible touch of worry coating her voice. She was no help when it came to injuries and tending to them, not even her own, and not knowing the extent of what Leon had endured during the war she was eager to place him in the skilled hands of someone who knew what they were doing.

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