Suspicious of Strangers

N/A · 03-16-2014, 09:34 PM

To his relief, Esperanza answered comfortably and honestly. She had friends in her pack, wolves that would look after her. But it still made him sick to think of this female - and the many others in the pack - that were only "good for making pups", nothing more. It was a horrible thought.

Hyperion felt a jolt at her next words. She began pouring out heartfelt sentiments about past loved ones. Those he missed, watching over him. Always with him. Could that really be possible? As open-minded as the old wolf could be, he couldn't bring himself to buy into this. If they were there all this time, why did he still feel so lonely? The words flooded his mind, and he felt the threat of tears stinging behind his eyes.

"Oh, my dear girl... I appreciate your kind words. They mean more to me than you can imagine. I am glad to call you my friend. And I want you to know, miss, it usually takes a lot for me to trust another. But you captured me from the start. I shall never forget you, or the words you have spoken." And as she howled her sincerity, he joined in. The sounds echoed into the distance. "I would die for you as well, miss Esperanza. Thank you for your friendship."

His round black nose pressed firmly against her neck, and he smiled genuinely again. Tears fell from his cheeks, but he didn't care. This lovely young female was his friend. She was kinder to him than anyone had been in years. She was his relief, and she already felt like a daughter to him.

"Thank you," he whispered again, against her ebony fur.

Walk.
"Talk."Think.

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