Forgotten

Walk | Talk | Think

There was a moment when Callisto thought he might refuse her. The look on his face struck her as confused, even concerned, as he looked down at her, as if he might have been questioning her intent and whether he ought to comply. She wanted very much for Jakart to agree, that desperation visible within the depths of her silver-blue eyes, and though she was aware of its obviousness the healer could not bring her gaze from his. She could have pleaded and begged that he say yes and maybe it would have worked better in her favor than her simple, straight forward demand, but she bit back any further words that she might have added. She was desperate to feel something other than her pain, yes, but not so desperate to stoop to that level.

He was kind enough not to give her a chance to test that resolve, and after a moment the paw around her back tightened as Jak moved to lower her gently onto the snow. This time she was more compliant, allowing him to situate her on the ground and growing expectant as he brought himself over her. She remembered from their first time how it would go, this new-styled union that was so odd to her, and so she was much more relaxed this time around, her anxiety replaced with anticipation. Off to the side, the cat continued to observe the interactions between the two wolves, and seeing where it would lead she knew it was time to make a quick exit. She questioned the choices her mistress was making, rolling her eyes at the complications she could see forming, but now was not the time to voice them. As she shook her head slightly and wandered off, she told herself she would bring it up later.

With Jakart above her, Callisto’s spindly grey forelegs reached upward and around him, wanting him close, wanting him to offer her mind something else to focus on for a time. Trusting her judgment and what to expect, she welcomed his distraction without restraint as he moved to accommodate her request.

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