I missed you in the storms

He let his lips curve upwards at that. She was a good teacher in some ways, he had leaned on her a great deal in terms of moral guidance. She had also taught him to swim, and to share the burdens of running this pack. She had taught him how fiercely he could love.

He leaned against her, soaking in her warmth, and the familiarity of her. This. These were the nights he had missed the most after her presumed death. This quiet, beautiful moment. Of course, he missed the intimacy with her as well, but she wrestled out of him a promise to wait. As much as he wished otherwise… he would abide by it.

Her head flopped against him after an impressive yawn, and she told him to wake her. “I’m not going anywhere” he promised her softly, brushing a paw gently through her coat. “Shhhh. Sleep.” he whispered.


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