Far From Home

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mercianne

Walk | Talk | Think

To her surprise, when he stated his plans they were nothing like she had imagined them to be. Newly reintroduced to the wild or not, she had suspected him to have some place of security, a pack or perhaps a place that he considered home base, to return to and sleep safely and soundly through the night, but rather than possess such a novelty he informed her of his plan to make camp inside the structure sitting within the clearing. Puzzled with surprise, Mercianne turned her head and glanced back into the clearing at the place he spoke of, wondering if there was even enough of it left to really give support and protection from the elements even though the weather of late had been mild and pleasant. Still, it was hardly what she would have considered proper arrangements, but who was she to judge?

His words rounded back on her, hitting the mark as he assumed she had her own place to be. As she turned her head back around to look at him, stealing another quick glance that met his eyes, her own took on an apologetic light. It was true, she had a very lovely place to get back to, a pack full of new friends, sights, and safety that she felt immensely comfortable in. And while she had the prospect of snuggling up inside of her cozy little den this poor golden wolf would likely be left alone and unprotected out here in the open, isolated and lonely. For a moment, she contemplated what the consequences would be if she brought him home with her, introduced him to her pack so that he might have a good night's rest after their long trek there, but he beat her to the punch.

Though not exactly in the manner she had expected. His suggestion of her staying the night there with him, so that she could get a good night's rest rather than spend a good portion of it trekking back in the cold and dark all alone and get a chance to speak with him more, was the opposite to her unspoken one. "Oh," she murmured quietly, the timid wolf averting her gaze as she considered his offer. It certainly sounded nice, making a new friend while not having to make that long journey back home in the middle of the night. Who knew what manner of dangers roamed those snowy mountains after dark? She certainly hadn't explored them enough during those hours to know first hand. That was not to say her home posed no pros itself. It was safe there, certainly, and she had a comfy burrow all to herself. But I can't leave him like that.

No sooner had the thought rushed through her mind, lending a greater hesitancy toward the decision she needed to make, Scipio spoke up, his tone slightly desperate but completely open and honest. He was lonely. He hadn't met any other wolf aside from herself, and the thought of leaving her was quite upsetting for him since he knew no one else. And it was just as likely that the next wolf he met would be less kind and friendly compared to her. As she stared at him, forgetting her insecurities as she thought about how awful it would be to stay the night in such a place like this without anyone there for comfort, Merci knew her answer had already been made.

Despite the relief he seemed to exude at having finally broken and been completely honest with her, Mercianne detected an unhidden amount of embarrassment. How difficult must it have been for the golden male to admit his loneliness, to ask for comfort from someone he had only just met? Knowing all too well she possessed a spirit far too weak for such a feat, she admired his honesty and bravery with a gentle, hesitant smile, meeting his gaze though she could feel herself shrink shyly under his desperate stare. "Okay," she answered softly, assuring herself that her choice would be a good one. She wouldn't have to trail all the way back to the Glaciem in the dark. She could help someone else through a rough night in unfamiliar land. And, most important, she was on her way to making a new friend.