Kildeer Rest john my beloved

Frustration gave way to foolishness. The wolfdog had been dumb to believe the wolf could have known or seen his feelings or to even think that they might be reciprocated. His ears fell back slightly at the question. Want nothing. He did not need glory, titles, riches or anything of the such from Alarian. Need you. All he needed was the male by his side — needed to know he wouldn't run off with strangers when he needed to feel wanted. Was that too much to ask?

In all of his emotional turmoil, he hadn't considered what Alarian might want or think. Perhaps they weren't on the same page. Was that why the gold-kissed wolf had pulled away in the hollows? What Alarian want? Need? He asked as he finally mustered up the courage to try and make eye contact.