Hushed Willows A Silent Retreat

The tense set of Kirain’s shoulders seemed to melt away at his words. The rogue smiled to himself, pleased to see alleviation creeping up on her features. She was scrawny and heavily fatigued—a paltry first recruit—but Wake felt softened to the dove. Wolves were social creatures, by and large; he understood the enveloping depression of being alone.

Then it is settled, he decreed. You are one of mine, and I am one of yours. At least until she had the strength to prove herself as an asset or detriment. Winter’s Wake was many things, but he did not suffer charity cases for long and without reason.

And this is how sharing blood successfully wards away ill omens, the wolf chuckled. Her acceptance of his gift had turned both of their fates in a positive direction. Please, finish eating, and we shall rest here for the night. You will need your strength in the coming days. He stretched against the ground and rolled over onto his side. We have a foundation to build.