to know so little, to feel so much

*Erani* · 03-05-2014, 11:16 AM

Erani

He followed without question, fear visible on every line of his frame, confusion and suspicion most evident. His reaction to her offer was to stammer, then stop speaking as they reached the carcass. He began to take a bite, but stopped, and asked her one question. It held so much pain. Her maternal instincts wanted to find whomever it was that had caused that pain and tear into them until they quaked with that same fear. ?Because it?s obvious you were hurt early in life, perhaps for most of it. Valhalla is a pack that is a family. Loving, strong and kind. We help one another rather than harm. And any who harm our family will be dealt what they gave.?

She studied the young male with gentle eyes as she spoke, the last sentence a firm statement that dripped with a hint that pain given to her family would be pain received to the attacker. ?There?s a strong wolf in there, under the surface. He isn?t gone yet. He is kind, caring, and sweet, under the fear and pain he?s worn like a dead winter coat. Valhalla can help you shed that dead fur, Tyr. To grow strong and sure of yourself, and to find a purpose. First thing first is to eat.? She smiled as she spoke the last sentence, tilting her head toward the carcass.

She lowered her head to her paws, allowing him free reign of the carcass once more, and to think over her words.

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