The cracks that have begun to show

The fae would venture from her den and find him there, and the light wag of his tail would still, although the warmth in his face would not fae. This was his first real look of the stranger he had decided to look out for. He could see it in her eyes, see the similarities to the pain within them that he had scene in Twig and his stomach would drop. He knew Twig had had a hard time with her pregnancy, that it had been drowned with depression and that perhaps that stress had been the caught of her stillborn child. He looked into Emer?s eyes and knew that he would rather die than see this woman suffer as his best friend Twig had, knew that he had failed Twig in being unable to save her from that pain, and knowing he could not and would not allow himself to fail here with Emer, he would do everything he could to relieve her of stress and worry, to make this easy for her.


He moved now to nudge the fresh kill with a paw knowing he had fallen to silence for too long ?This is for you, if you want it. I?m sorry if I intruded, I wanted to introduce myself to you and welcome you to Valhalla, I?m Alpine?
He spoke perhaps in overly cheerful tones to make up for the sadness that seemed to shroud her. His tail would start up again in a light wag behind him as he seated his rump politely against the ground. ?And to offer you my company if you wanted someone to talk to or show you around? he offered forth now.