Sorryn's large frame was aching with the effort to walk so slowly, but, still the child fell farther and farther behind. Poor babe, had to be exhausted. And scared, too- just look at the marks on her! Ack, he really should carry her the rest of the way home. But she hadn't seemed very comfortable dangling from his jaws like a dead rabbit, so perhaps he would pass. Instead, he lowered his rump to the ground, waiting, dial turned to the sun, for her to regain her position at his side. She would grow up to be a heart breaker, provided those scars faded a bit. It was no matter; scars were the marks of battle and the marks of a strong heart.
As soon as he felt that she'd regained enough ground, Sorryn started off again at a lazy, leisurely pace, unwilling to tire her much further. Who knew what kind of energy she had left. At her words, however, he stopped in his tracks, tongue lolling out in amusement.
Eat you? M'dear, is that what they're saying about me these days? He chuckled, nudging her softly with his nose in a gesture of affection. My, my, how times have changed. I may be a warrior, blood and bone, but I have never borne a soul ill-will. Hmph. Mothers these days would tell their pups anything to keep them in the nest, it seemed. Or maybe this was his alphess's work, an attempt to drag him out into the social scene once more. Either way, he disapproved.
Goddess knows you're too small to make a decent meal for any wolf. Don't go worrying yourself into a state about being on the menu.
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