With You

His touch would be upon her, and she would welcome the comfort and familiarity of it ? here was something that never changed. Her brother was a constant in her life, the one thing she knew in and out to be a part of her, to care about her life, and to give her direction. His touch would hover by her ear, his words soft against her audits, possessive and full with all his intent on keeping her. Some might be horrified at the idea of belonging to another, but as long as she was his she belonged somewhere, and she was safe.



When he backed away she knew she was free to taste her fine meal, and she would dig in with enthusiasm, taking her full of what her brother had provided for her ? another symbol of the care and protection his presence granted her. Having finished her feast and cleaned her paws on the soft ground beside it she would turn from the meal and face her brother. He lay sprawled against the grass, utterly in comfort beneath his own skin and worth. The more timid creature would come up behind him, and would settle down beside his form. Sighing into the warmth and familiarity as she curled herself around him. Yes, she was his, she would always be his.

"Speech"