Life-blood

His call was long and mournful as it touched the sky and even he was surprised at the intensity of the emotions that took place inside his chest and burst forth from his throat to be displayed to the world. He called for his loved ones, for his pack and of his worry and love for them, there within his melancholia tune. Perhaps with his own sadness, strong enough to shock himself, he should have been surprised when a strange came towards him with the scent of Valhalla on her coat and asked him if he was alright.


He found himself blinking up at her for a moment, past the cloudy haze that took president in his mind. He was fairly certain he didn?t know her, but the last few days had been a blur beneath the pains he had suffered from his incident with the earthquake, so he wasn?t entirely certain if she was someone whose name he had been told.


He let a few more moments slip him by before he realised that not only was he yet to answer her, but he stood staring out ahead like a mad man. He cleared his throat to hide his embarrassment and focused his gaze upon her. ?I?m sorry, what was that you said?? A warm flush fluttered against his cheeks, he wasn?t at all being himself, and was shamed to be caught as scatter-brain.