He was real, and this was reality, she hit his solid form, colliding against him and causing them almost to fall. But they did not, because of course he could not fall, this strange protector, this guardian angel she had found. He held steady, supporting their weight and nuzzling into her soft coat. All the feelings of ragged tiredness where gone, and the white girl glowed with pure joy. She was found again, he had called her and the world would be ok.
His presence, his touch was her life boat and she fell into its safety. Without insanity she could not cope with herself, could not hold herself together. He spoke of his mortality, and it shocked her. Somewhere down the road he had become something more then just a wolf,something more then reality - something immortal. But he apologised to her as through he had done wrong, and explained that he had been injured. She let a growl slip her vocals, drawing into him tighter, possessively. Weather he was immortal or not, none should have dared touch her Altavro. She needed him more then any other soul in the universe. She would fight for him if he asked her, and all she needed in return was his guardian ship, his care of her fate, his ability to wash away her fears and ground her in the midst of the tourmal of her mind. ?Altavro? she murmured again, nuzzling against his paws ?It was strange, Avro, I didn't live well you where there, it was something else, something not living. But my fate is yours, i'll go where you go? it was all there, she could keep nothing back from him. Did he really know what he was getting himself into?
"Speech"
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