Cedar Sweep The world was on fire and no one could save me but you

A soft titter of amusement leapt from her parted lips at his eyebrow raise. He was a wolf of many expressions and given their history she could read him quite well, even if he liked to think she couldn't. Silly guard.

At the softly uttered words, her heart tightened and stuttered and the breath that rattled around felt tight. Cheeks grew warm, but he continued on, oblivious to her inner turmoil. Would it always be like this? Him having no clue of the depth of her adoration for him. As it had always been, expanding and over encompassing as they ran from all they knew.

Were she to be alone, she knew she wouldn't have survived the night. But with Ulrich by her side, it all seemed less than.

But it burned. she whispered quietly. She had only been hurt a handful of times and the sting from the medicine had been just as bad. She curled a tail around her hocks, and lay her one ear down. Face crestfallen. Though she perked up at the mention of water, though she was still in the position to hunt. She was beginning to lose focus. 

She wanted to rage at him for not listening before she had assumed a huntress position. That he needed to think of himself too, not just her. Where would she be without him. Why wouldn't he take care of himself, think better of himself. That was a grave injustice her father had given him.

All positions were off at his next words. She tilted her head downward and lay her ears to her skull, curling her tail around her back legs. He was very seldom harsh with her, so when he was. His words cut her to the quick. She felt hot tears spring to her eyes. A small sniffle.

Though at his next words she lifted her head a bit, and blinked the mist from her eyes. Which one would be easier?