Sunbeam Lair singulus

Even when seeking the approval of his response, his gaze was impenetrable, unwavering in a certain confidence. What would life be to appear so bold? She had dealt with soldiers in her life—military units, emboldened warriors… most recently, those of a feral nature. There was something about the man that was vaguely familiar, but she could not quite pin it down, and so she nodded, lips curling to the hint of a smile. So he had listened.

Leaning down to fold his carrier for his delivery, she glanced upward to praise him—honeyed yellow eyes meeting his deeper yellow—searching. “I wish I could have been more help,” she admitted, her voice a low rasp as she considered the dark man. “If it’s of any reprieve to you, your wolves have only spoken of you with respect and admiration.”

He might have bore a new battle scar on his heart, but he would have many others he could lean on to help mend it, if he allowed it.