Black Morass toward salvation

i will always find you. he says.

closing the distance between them with ample strides, a smile coming to warm his face. usually so characteristically sour, or on the other hand, sarcastic. but he is riddled with an overwhelming sense of relief at seeing her face once more.

but also distaste to see that she has been claimed. her scent interwoven with the shrouds of the man he had smelled coming upon this territory. eyes flash, leaving his thoughts to be bared; she will know it upsets him.

but he masks it still, coming to embrace her in a hug. burrowing nose into her fur to inhale her scent—choosing to ignore that of the brute who had defiled his sweet sister. this was not her fault! no, it could never be.