The Sentinels sin deep my wicked angel

dude i know! ): ALSO schtum is the BEST word ever i love it... *slowly lets confusing info leak for the peeping tom*

For a split second the head of the white wolf was filled with screams of excitement- much like that of two teenage girls reuniting after a long day apart from her BFF. But her outsides remained silent and her only show of excitement were her gleaming eyes and thumping tail. "You really mean it?" she asked, her head tilting. "I would be honored. I wouldn't dare let the pack down," she dipped her head to him, hoping he made note of the fact she was referring to the pack; not him. But that's when her excitement drained. Her head raised and she watched him with a suspicion that could only be classified as dreaded. He hadn't, had he?

She had seen the admiration on his eyes when she accepted but until now she'd thought nothing of it. "This.. This isn't because of us.. is it?" she asked slowly, her ears drooping ever so slightly. "I don't think I can accept it if it's on those terms, Lasher. I know you wouldn't either,"