Sun Mote Copse Run Down

it doesn’t take long for someone to appear; followed by another. their appearances cause him to shy away from niamh as she openly shows motherly affection to him, calling him ‘her little lion boy’. he blinks owlishly up at her as the male approaches. mis-matched gaze studies eljay fiercely, hesitant and muscles pulled taunt beneath his pelage, before he takes a tentative step closer. rasalas swallows harshly, against the fear that is like teeth clasped ‘round his throat. this is the medic, he knows from niamh’s introduction, and with a slight tremble in his muzzle, holds his ruined face up for eljay’s inspection. like a doe’s gaze caught in the headlights, his gaze flickers to the pretty girl she introduces as fennec, whom lingers on the outskirts, before it flees back to niamh where it rests; wild and unsure.

these wolves are not like the thieves, he tells himself.

rasalas’ still young enough to want to give into the belief that they really just want to help him. niamh’s been nothing but kind and gentle and motherly to him. he stays silent, attention focusing on what ever assessment eljay makes of his wounds.