Little Moments

*Dayton* · 04-17-2014, 10:24 PM

In the short silence that followed, Dayton looked back at the small shell. HIs head moved down and his jaws parted, sending a small lick across the surface of the object. There were a few tiny grains of sand there. He licked once more to clean it, making a slight face as the sand entered his mouth. He wiped his tongue on his paw quickly and looked up at Crucifix once more.

"You say it's a family marking? How many of you are there?" After all, if it was a common marking of the bloodline and there were more wolves like him, Dayton figured he would have seen the strange cross somewhere before. He glanced at it again before his attention was diverted. More thoughts of Misha. "Yes, and she's lovely. So sweet and beautiful... trust me, sir, I would never dream of hurting her. She's been hurt once before, by an old mate. False love. One of the worst crimes there is, wouldn't you agree?" But no, rape was a worse crime that false love. Dayton knew that from experience. The boy shook his small head in surprise. Those thoughts had been completely unforeseen. It had been a long time since he had last thought of his father. It was an unpleasant surprise.

And one that needed to be forgotten. He scrambled to change the subject. "So we've talked about why I came up here. What brought you to this beach on this fine evening?" The boy smiled companionably. For whatever reason, he was beginning to like Crucifix. His lifestyle seemed carefree and polite at the same time, a strange but refreshing combination.

Walk.
"Talk."
Think.

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