Where The Edges Blur

The woman would blink, a little surprised as she felt the press of the male against her flank. She would glance back at him for a moment but, seeing him move away again, she would pay it little mind. Simply moving onward. For a little while silence was all that accompanied them, but that was okay. The woman would walk ahead of the male, so unaware of his thoughts, of intentions that lurked within his heart.

As he spoke again the woman would give a small nod of her head. Fallen Gods... She had heard stories of wolves who had become gods... And gods that bred with the commoners on the land. Though there was no telling if such a thing was true about the one who followed her or not the woman would not press the matter, nor show signs of doubt. He was as he believed and she would respect that. Who was she to say if it was the truth or not?

Finally they would arrive at the den, Ellis glancing back with a smile. ?One moment please.? Then she would slip inside, moments later coming back with the previous mentioned herbs. She would slowly approach his side again, setting the herbs down before looking towards him and speaking again. ?Before I apply the medicine I need to wash the wound. Are you okay with me doing this as well?? Though the questions might get annoying... She did not wish to touch the brute when he wasn?t prepared for it or in case he changed his mind. This was his last opportunity to back of before treatment was administered, though the woman doubted he would do so. An infected wound could very easily kill a wolf after all.




"Speech"

"Settle down." Said my heart.

...and so here it was I would settle down.