the vow
03-21-2013, 10:46 PM
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Busy convincing himself that he did not know her, and that she could not possibly be Ainslie, he didn't take much note of her standing, turning, and gazing at him appraisingly. His mind reeled with the possibilities as he tried desperately to reign it in, knowing he was getting ahead of himself and only setting himself up for failure. There was no way this was Ainslie. She was miles away - if she was even still alive. The last he'd known of her had been when she was pregnant. Carrying his pups. He tried not to think of that, of the pups he'd wanted but never got to know - or even love. The golden orb would flit over her curiously, noting now that she was staring and moving closer. As she did so, she became clearer and easier to see. Her frame looked very much like Ainslie's, and she even moved like Ainslie. Eyes were the same blinding orange, frame was the same coyote-cross. The only differences were that this she-wolf cross was desperately underweight and possibly mangy by the loss of fur he could see. Was there any chance in the world this was her? What were the odds? The man would stand on ceremony as she questioned him, the hair along his spine standing on end as her voice met his ears. It had to be her, it sounded just like her. Ainslie? A tentative step was taken, and then another, and another until he was a yard closer to her than he had been. His movements were careful, collected, and altogether unlike he would move in the presence of any other wolf. Ears flicked forward from their usual pinned-back position, eager to know if this was the woman he loved, the woman he'd pledged himself to a year or more ago. Her question would remain unanswered, but he was certain that if her name really was Ainslie it wouldn't be necessary to answer it. She would know just as he did, if it was her. speech, |