Hushed Willows A Silent Retreat

Although exhaustion clung to her body like a heavy cloak, it couldn't suppress the joyous wagging of her tail. The prospect of acceptance, of working toward something greater, a true purpose, filled her with elation. A relieved sigh escaped her lips as she reflected on his words. Indeed, the sharing of blood had woven their fates together seamlessly. She filed this observation away, sensing its future importance.

Are you certain? she asked, her voice a blend of concern and embarrassment. Her eyes darted down to her paws, unable to meet his gaze. I... don't wish to take what you need from you. The thought of sharing kills again after so long on her own gave her pause. She exhaled sharply, giving her head a small shake as if to clear away the remnants of her solitary past.