see the new moon rising

There was passion in her eyes. An intense and burning anger that spoke of what drove her actions so frequently. The strong survived. Her home was her home and everything inside of it was hers to protect. He understood it. Heck, he even agreed with it. Now that it was his job to do the same he would uphold the same law and order she spoke of, but his world was no so black and white. He'd not been so quick to kill if only because he'd found room for error. This time? Their bases were covered. There was no room for mercy and he could be content in that.

She finished speaking. Kerosene rose, moving through the water so that he stood before her. He lowered himself, dropping his nose just beyond the stretch of her paws as he turned to gaze up into her eyes. "We can. We will," he spoke, determined that such consequences would befall a plains wolf should they chance their borders again. "No hesitation. No second chances." They'd been warned. They'd been shown the risks of happening upon their home. The spine was not a place to be taken lightly. Their window of mercy had expired.

Quick as a snake, he darted upward and licked at her nose. "Come bathe with me," he prompted, inviting her to join him in the pool. His tail lifted, waving behind him as the conversation switched from seriousness to something where they could enjoy their time together. "I need help cleaning behind my ears."