Emberwood When our world was just the two of us

So sorry for the wait, I should be quicker now <3 forever grateful for your endless patience

Tybault was struck first by the warmth in the stranger's face; it was a natural sort of warmth, a kindness that made its home there so often it lingered even when chased away by things such as sorrow. What struck him next was exactly that — the sorrow hanging like a cloak around him. For a moment Tybault only studied the other wolf.

Then, finally; Hey. You alright? The words were soft. Tybault was surprised by himself, just a little. When was the last time he'd cared for some stranger's plight?

Well — today, apparently.