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Subject: ... Author: Sarquint [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 20:38:10 12/17/02 Tue For a long time Sarquint just stands there, not quite frozen. His green, cat-slit eyes stare dumbly at Small Wonder with tinges of fear and worry. He doesn't know what to do. Many times he has seen her hurt or sad or... but he's never... never like this. Something about her seems wholly unaproachable—wrong. From this distance he can't tel what's wrong. Part of him doesn't want to know. He doesn't want to accept that anything so bad could have happened to his Small Wonder. But he also knows he cannot simply stand here as his mate falls apart only a few score yards ahead of him. Slowly he walks—lifting each paw as if it were a boulder—along the shore to Small Wonder. Again, as he approaches her, he pauses. He's only a handful of feet away from her now; close enough but not yet 'in her space'. His eyes slowly fall upon her, seeing the slashes and tears in her body. Along with his worry and care an anger begins to grow in his stomach. Were he not so cautious of her state, it would become a growl, but he holds it back. It sets his worry a little deeper, though; Small Wonder could, despite her size, usually hold her own... Tentatively, he steps forward, closing the space between then. He looks more closely at her wounds and, lowering his muzzle to her, he freezes and the hair on the back of his neck bristles. The scent of another male on her. He can't believe... she wouldn't have... but then... He cannot altogether hold back the growl this time, though it comes out as only a low rumble. But he understands, too, that she needs him now, so he sets his anger aside (though not far) and returns his loving attention to her. Very, very gently he puts his muzzle beneath hers, raising her eyes up to him. "What happened?" he asks, his voice barely a whisper. In his eyes there is endless love, but also faint traces of the growing anger inside of him. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]