Hoshor Plains and i'm sorry that i lie when i talk to you

He half-expects the stranger to leave; he wouldn't blame him if he did. At this point, he's not sure he'd even care. But the massive wolf circles him instead, and his heart suddenly skips over itself when the male settles next to him without a word. He tenses, pausing over the offer that follows, and he thinks of Midar. His lover would be furious, he knows, to find him snuggling up to a stranger. But Midar isn't here — and truth be told, he's never needed it more than he does now. He shifts slowly, hesitation thick in each movement of his delicate limbs as he leans uncertainly into the other's thick coat. The relief is immediate and overwhelming. For a moment, his tears intensify, air leaving his lungs in a quiet, halting gasp. He hesitates, frozen for a beat — and then he presses closer, burying his face in the stranger's fur without a single thought to spare for propriety or fidelity.