Moonspear island smiles and cardigans

She stilled as he sniffed her wound, allowing him to inspect it, closing her eyes at his words and the tender lick that followed. For the first time since the incident, she felt guilty about keeping the identity of the wolf that wounded her a secret. She wanted to tell Slavik, her closest friend, but she was afraid of the position it would put him in. What would he do if he knew Revui had attacked her first that day when in a blind fit of rage, not realizing who she was? The truth sat in her throat, pushing her to speak it, but she swallowed the words and sat up, suddenly not hungry anymore. She pushed her face into his neck and took a deep, steadying breath. The empath lingered there for a few moments before pulling back with a small smile. I'm glad you weren't, she finally replied. Then you might have been hurt, too. Speedy would have been even more beside her self than she already had been if Slavik had also been injured. 

She was glad for the promise of something to lighten the mood, and some of her light returned to her face as she asked, What is snow wars? Her smile grew a little more. It sounds fun.