The Tangle Got a secret, can you keep it

As his heavy paws carry him, he glances over to her. Golden eyes seem to glow in the dim light of the moonlight. Just above them it sits, full and round in all of its pale glory, surrounded by dancing stars. The temperature hadn’t been horribly cold that night, rather if Donovan hadn’t been he way that he is, it could’ve been romantic even. Yet, the setting is already set; first impressions have settled and he remains nothing but a fowl, soulless, monstrosity of a man to the young she-wolf that walks adjacent to him.

His mind is twisted–he knows this. What he’s done to her is unforgivable and surely unforgettable. Doomed to be her rapist and tormentor for the remainder of her life. He’s never let himself stoop low enough to do that to a woman. Yet, his mind–mailable due to the loss of his pack–can’t seem to really apologize yet. The anger he feels from that dog–Sasha–is still branded in his heart and soul, what she did to him and his pack was also unforgivable. What’s worse is that she did it while she bared his pups. His first litter. Ones he’ll probably never see again. The pups that will most likely grow to help her two legged masters do the same to other packs.

He doesn’t want to entertain the idea any longer he decides. So he shifts his gaze away from the agouti wolf, looking out ahead of them, refusing to meet her eye–deep down ashamed of what he’s done. He believes it makes him a horrid leader, knowing that he’s done that.

So, with his mind so full of thought, he decides not to entertain the conversation by not answering her. Or not answering to her first question.

“I’m sure they will.” He hums thoughtfully.

The smell of moss and fish leading them closer to a smaller stream. The lazy river of water is finally within sight.