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The female Rye was in charge of keeping warm, and safe, was now walking
away and expressing her own set of orders. As much as he wanted to stop the female
 he did not want to overstep and cause further distress for her. Her day
already brimming with pain, exhaustion and fear. His options were limited and his
approach would surely be met with resistance, something the male did not blame her for.
 Her situation was not far from his months before, injured and alone with a stranger,
forced to trust them and go against basic instincts but what else could he do. Niamh
was in no condition to be left alone but Towhee wasn't either. Should he stay and wait
for Eljay or should he go an look after Towhee as instructed?


He was torn between two wolves, two decisions. Go and ensure Towhees' safety or stay and keep Niamh awake. Fake (but plausible) scenarios bombarded his head like boulders rolling down a land slide, causing havoc in his mind. His thoughts began to tangle like vines fighting for sunlight in a dark and damp forest, for a moment he was oblivious to the world around him. Earthly sounds were replaced with the whirring of blood rushing in his ears, the sound of his heart beat as detailed as tree bark. His feet were poised to move his towards Towhee but his legs refused to listen to commands, instead only letting the male return to Niamh. His chest pulsed rapidly as his decision was made for him and he was at the females side, ready and waiting for her to fall. He looked at her with sincerity and spoke.


"I know we don't know each other but I gotta stay with you, you're wounded and on top of things, pregnant. I have faith Towhee will keep herself safe, so I have to make sure you are too." Perhaps this time things would be different, maybe this time it would end better.