From where she's made the call, Thuringwethil can't determine recognition on the younger wolf's features. In a matter of seconds, she's curled up into a ball and Sangilak is on top of her and she hears nothing but her heart beating in her chest, worried she'd not made the call sooner, but her feet don't slow and soon she's finally closed the distance between them. The dark woman hasn't retreated from the smaller wolf but as she slows her thundering paws, she can make out the features that let her know it is Wildfire.
Thuringwethil swallows the lump in her throat and takes only a second to catch her breath.
"She is not one of them," she says, head squared over her shoulders and tail arched. It doesn't occur to her that Wildfire hadn't exactly seen Heda and only heard of her. "She is a friend."
Thuringwethil swallows the lump in her throat and takes only a second to catch her breath.
"She is not one of them," she says, head squared over her shoulders and tail arched. It doesn't occur to her that Wildfire hadn't exactly seen Heda and only heard of her. "She is a friend."
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all that wanting, all that aching, all that capacity for love:
it never belonged to you in the first place
it never belonged to you in the first place
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RE: Feels - by Antumbra - April 14, 2016, 10:25 AM