curse my eyes
11-10-2014, 08:11 PM
Even knowing she wouldn't get a response, the girl greeted the resting marten. As predicted, Smee didn't move a muscle other than the steady rise and fall of his body with his breathing. Fake sleeping, how obvious, Killian thought with another laugh. She then dove right into her questioning, luckily asking some easy ones. "Smee has been with me almost two years," he replied nonchalantly, finally relaxing back on his rump. "He was living on his own, as his kind usually does, but with all of the wolves hunting in the area he was having a little trouble finding food. He watched me rough housing with another wolf one day and started following me after that." The memory was both good and bad for him. Good because it was the day he had found his companion, bad because it was a memory of her. "At first it was a little irritating, but he started helping me out when he could and I'll admit, I got attached. I help him corner rodents, he helps me corner larger prey, and we both reap the benefits." Food was what their relationship was based on, so it was the easiest way to explain the bond between them. However, it went much further than that. They were able to communicate without words, their thoughts being always similar. They had kept each other alive. They were, in all possible senses of the word, brothers. thank you wolfie! |