the great unknown

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The inky youth was just that… young. The moment that her eyes were cast towards him and she did not flee, Kierkegaard knew well enough that she should not have been on her own, let alone soaked to the bone and struggling for warmth and life. Instinct told him that this was a pup who would not survive long in state he had found her. She had already made a mistake that would have cost her dearly, had he not appeared. In the time that it took for her to focus on his face and mutter a quiet “'m cold”, the ashen brute had gone through the options in his mind. He still found himself at a standstill.
There was a fleeting moment in which he imagined he could leave the dark-furred child to the wilderness. Another moment where he found himself wondering how he could assist her – if at all. Then, he was struck with a final thought… one that rattled his mind and forced him to re-think the options all over again. The Sairensu male was a creature of habit, and this final plan was well out of his limitations.
Fixing his gaze on the inky girl, he moved towards her with furrowed brows and a thick tuft of hair standing tall along his shoulders and neck. Flicking his tongue across the sides of his lips and muzzle, Kierkegaard drew his ears forward and peered intently at her. “Stand up,” he growled quietly, motioning with his muzzle away from the riverside. “Get away from the water.” He was not altogether sold on the idea that taking the pup with him would be wise, but he had no intention of escorting her home. If her condition said anything about her life at home, the lanky male was certain that she had been abandoned by her parents. It was likely that she did not have much of a home to return to. If the youngster was capable of following instruction, he would not leave her. He would do his best to make sure the frigid water was cleared from her short pelt. The ghost would even share his catch with her, granted that he did not have to chew much of it.
Then, he would take her to his home.