Silver Creek So give me all your pain

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❝hm,❞ it was a soft utterance of a greeting.

she pulled herself to her feet, attempting to hide the slight wince on her face. dreven's concern for her body could be overwhelming. the little limp was ever present, ligaments to her hind leg still in a state of disarray. atka had developed a way of walking, running even, to avoid further damage or pain. she sniffed at the meal he had retrieved before lifting her head to brush underneath his chin.

there were no darting eyes, or heightened rush of blood, just calm as she embraced his warmth. atka said nothing, hoping he would speak for them both. how could she say anything? the snowy wolf could no longer exhaust herself with the thoughts of what the two were to do. for now she'd wrap herself in his smell, his being, his touch, his eyes, all of it. 

the matters still pressed, even with her momentary attempt to ignore them. what would follow her upcoming season? would they stray the wilds, just the two of them, or settle with the anxieties and struggle of winter?