1/12/2025, 5:10 AM
Faeline waited patiently for him to regain his composure. Alas, the time never came—he was seemingly stuck reeling in an anguished reverie. Faeline felt pity. She loved his children too—they were so similar to her own children, and she'd taken care of them as though they were her own...
Urgh. She slowly shook her head before thrusting her head upwards letting out a loud bark.
With grace, she took a short hop over his body, standing at his side with her tail stiffly raised behind her hindquarters. She canted her head upwards and sniffed the air with a small twitch of her nose.
No matter what Rhydian's stance was, she wasn't about to wait much longer—and she was going to get the damn message across. Her supple limbs carried her over the snow with well-practiced ease, taking long, swift strides across the clearing and leaving her companion behind. And while her mind was honed in on Morriva and Aedric, other unspoken forces were driving their fangs into her hocks and sending her rushing out through the snow. For the landscape was so similar to her youth that it sent bile up her throat.
(Of course, in truth, she would never leave Rhydian behind—god forbid when he was in such a state.)
Urgh. She slowly shook her head before thrusting her head upwards letting out a loud bark.
Yes! Rhydian. Your kids!She'd be damned to hell before she let him put his head back down—but physical force wasn't about to work in this state, especially with such a large-framed sire.
With grace, she took a short hop over his body, standing at his side with her tail stiffly raised behind her hindquarters. She canted her head upwards and sniffed the air with a small twitch of her nose.
I smell wolves here,she muttered,
wherever we are, it's not our land. Now come on. We are not going to find those two if we're dead.She fought the strong urge to swat her paw into his rear. That's what she'd done to Finnegan when he was being too lazy.
No matter what Rhydian's stance was, she wasn't about to wait much longer—and she was going to get the damn message across. Her supple limbs carried her over the snow with well-practiced ease, taking long, swift strides across the clearing and leaving her companion behind. And while her mind was honed in on Morriva and Aedric, other unspoken forces were driving their fangs into her hocks and sending her rushing out through the snow. For the landscape was so similar to her youth that it sent bile up her throat.
(Of course, in truth, she would never leave Rhydian behind—god forbid when he was in such a state.)