disquiet

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The beast knew at once that he had made the appropriate decision to take the child to Caiaphas. Kierkegaard was not entirely certain he knew where his peculiar trust in the dark female had come from. Moz aside, the yellow-eyed waif was the only other wolf he had found companionship with. Now, the ashen male was not entirely sure how she felt about all of it. Before, he had sought her out when his injury had worsened, and already he was requiring assistance in the matter of the dark pup that he had willingly toted along with him. It had solely been his decision, and yet the slender female took a swift look at Signe’s paw before she flitted away to her mysterious grotto. Confident that she would soon return, the Demonte-Sairensu male regarded the pup with a firm nod of his head.
“You are behaving well,” he spoke in a low rumble, flicking the tip of his tail for the inky child. Signe had managed to impress the male with her ability to keep up and stay quiet. If nothing else, as long as she kept these two traits, she was certain to succeed. Kierkegaard would be sure of that.
Dark lips curled downwards in a frown at the cold snip of wind that crept up his spine. Blinking against the chill, the brute cast his golden gaze at where he had last seen Caiaphas disappear. His faith in her abilities did not falter. He would have waited until darkness fell for the coywolf to return to them. And he already knew that the dark female at his paws would remain with him for that duration as well. His choice to take her was wise. The ghostly figure did not see how it could turn sour.