the 13th hour • DISCOVERY THREAD

Not happen... again. Was Leatherface's promise, and though he'd not purposely killed the spider he found himself somewhat anxious that he'd upset the other wolf. While her gaze wandered his seemed to linger his mind still attempting to piece the connection of her religion to this spider. If she could believe so passionately about not harming this simple tiny creature, why no extend the same mercy on other creatures? The question was there, tangible on the tip of his tongue, and he swallowed it down to be forgotten a moment after.

His gaze shifted up, higher, examining the dark veins of trees above them. Not lost. She'd only need to make the request and he could lead her down the quickest path out of the woods, though he wouldn't stop until they'd reach the shores and then the island that he called home. His tail lifted behind taking a step back as if that might be her request.