Battle Born
He lifted his head to look at the woman. Pregnant, and showing signs of whelping. "You may." He muttered, breath low and edged. His jaws closed around another snail,and pulverized it quickly before swallowing. "Who are you?" he asked, his eyes cold and hard as they rested on acid green optics. She must have been scared, all alone in the swamp, heavy with pups. It reminded him of his own long gone mate Luce, and how abandoned he must have felt after his capture. He softened slightly " I am Neo" He introduced with a mutter. He often found himself wondering what had become of Luce, had she simply died of a broken heart? Or had she left? Abandoning him and leaving him for dead. He may never know, and that, more than anything else, hurt. |