Across the Barren Dunes, my love

The pup glowered as the woman walked over again. He stayed silent this time; obviously growling didn't work. Annoyance flashed through him as she gave him a pitying look. He didn't want her pity, her sorrow. She didn't try to move him, though, just sat down and closed her eyes and had her head tipped to the ground. His own head lifted for a moment, to shake off the rain that had collected on his muzzle. As he did so, the femme began to speak.

He listened stoically, but he was rather surprised. She had a history; one of pain and death like him. So maybe she knew something. Not much though. She can't know a lot, she just can't. He stayed silent, only blinking at her words. He had to resist scoffing, though when she said that his mother was still with him. If that was the case, why couldn't he feel her inside of him? Why did he feel so alone? So caught up in thoughts, he flinched when she met his eyes, and he found he couldn't look away when she spoke her next words. And her words confused him. Why would sh care, whether he lived or died? Why would she be hurt by it? It didn't make any sense. Why? He regarded her solemnly. Her question... made him think. And honestly, there was only one answer. "You can't. Prove to me. There's nothing you can do. There's no such thing as safety," he murmured, though loud enough for Tallulah to hear. "But I'll go with you." He had his reasons for it, reasons he only partially understood, and reasons he wasn't going to share.



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