3/26/2026, 8:12 AM
Bogart startled a little when she laughed, near certain he'd done something so abysmal that no other response could've been a fraction more appropriate. His mouth was already attempting to shape around an apology as his brain toiled at a question, whatever would make sense of this. "Stupid? What's that s'posed to mean? No ya' ain't. This coulda happened to anyone." He told her, still thoroughly convinced her flight had truly been troubling enough to cause such a response.
Except. Well, that would've been easy. Throes of the heart hardly ever are.
"Oh," he licked at her face, muttering a soft shh as he did so. Of all the wolves he'd come to know, she was the last one who had to worry about him wandering amiss when she had been the reason he traveled to these mountains just as she'd been the reason he never considered a life after Northfall. After Raisa. If he could have it his way, even if she'd grown disinterested in his affections, he'd remain in her life somehow. "Love, all ya' gotta do is tell me ya' want me there and not a thing could move me."
His chest throbbed miserably at the sight of her.
For the life of him, he could barely think about what caused this when his focus was on soothing her with careful swipes of his tongue as if once the tears were gone, he'd be able to help find her breath, her voice. "Trappin' me 'ere with what? Ain't no teeth at my throat, I could leave," Bogart used a forepaw to lift her chin just so that her eyes remained on him. He needed her to know this. "I don't wanna. Raisa, there ain't any place I'd rather be. Sure, things might change, but that won't. I swear it."
Except. Well, that would've been easy. Throes of the heart hardly ever are.
"Oh," he licked at her face, muttering a soft shh as he did so. Of all the wolves he'd come to know, she was the last one who had to worry about him wandering amiss when she had been the reason he traveled to these mountains just as she'd been the reason he never considered a life after Northfall. After Raisa. If he could have it his way, even if she'd grown disinterested in his affections, he'd remain in her life somehow. "Love, all ya' gotta do is tell me ya' want me there and not a thing could move me."
His chest throbbed miserably at the sight of her.
For the life of him, he could barely think about what caused this when his focus was on soothing her with careful swipes of his tongue as if once the tears were gone, he'd be able to help find her breath, her voice. "Trappin' me 'ere with what? Ain't no teeth at my throat, I could leave," Bogart used a forepaw to lift her chin just so that her eyes remained on him. He needed her to know this. "I don't wanna. Raisa, there ain't any place I'd rather be. Sure, things might change, but that won't. I swear it."
