Noooooooooo

*Valentine* · 10-18-2014, 03:16 PM

The brute had been off since the lightning strike. He'd been physically sound after the initial shock of it, but it was like the little things that made him tick were shorted. He'd go without eating for days, the loss of an appetite going unnoticed until he was almost too weak to carry on. Valentine had alternated between sleeping constantly and not sleeping at all, and his joints ached as if he were in elderly. Each and every aspect of his life had been thrown into chaos. From the way he thought to the way he moved; everything had been out of whack. Slowly a sense of normalcy had returned.

The wound down his leg was in the final stages of healing and showed no sign of permanent damage, save for the odd, twisting scar he was sure to have on his forelimb. It ached occasionally and seemed pick up the mood of the atmosphere; he always knew when a storm was forming. Always.

He'd known he was nearing the end of his recovery when the itch to roam had set in. It was that itch that had brought him to the South.

A hint of orange drew his attention to the mouth of the cave. For a long moment, Valentine studied the figure. If he wasn't mistaken, those were tears running down that wolf's cheek. He harrumphed to himself, ready to turn away and abandon the girl to her excess of emotions, but then reconsidered. One soot tipped ear flicked back in uncertainty. He lingered for many more seconds before sourly giving in and padding towards the girl. Perhaps, like he had been, this one had been heartbroken by those she held dear. He couldn't just leave her to wallow in her misery.

Not wanting to startle her, Valentine cleared his throat before speaking. "Are you alright?" His eyes took in the thin form, the gaunt features. She looked old enough to handle herself. Perhaps she was sick? Oh man, he hoped not. With his luck he'd do a good deed and catch rabies or something.

"Speaking" Thinking

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