Hideaway Strath Lend me a helping hand

His breathing slowed.
Calmed.
He too lay his head on his paws. Tail softly thumping.

He returned her smile as she looked away to talk. He wondered why she wouldn't meet his gaze. Perhaps what she was about to say was embarrassing? Or made her nervous? 
Well, one of them was right.
Not knowing what family was was like not knowing part of yourself for a wolf- in Derg's mind at least. 

He smiled softly.
"Well, you have us now. You're part of our family," his tail thumped again as he smiled.
Whrist was a Saint, and part of their family. Even if it was a bit of a strange dynamic.