Félicien waited, but still she was afraid. Still so wary. Such habits could not be broken by mere words, and the golden boy knew it, even if it hurt his heart to see her in this state. He would give a soft whine, trying to think, and then, feeling sure, the male would lay down upon the earth, letting his entire body relax before he spoke to the female before him. “There are no words alone that I can say that will make you trust me. Words can be hollow, and easy to tell lies. So I’ll prove to you I that you can trust me not through my words, but my actions. Whatever will make you feel more comfortable, feel more at ease and welcome here, I’ll do. I want you to feel safe and welcome here. Threar wolves are not your enemy... And the majority of them here are my family. I’m sure I speak for us all when I say we’d want you to feel safe here.” He would explain softly.
