Swiftcurrent Creek the dyslexic devil worshipper sold his soul to santa

His head turned at the sound of approaching footsteps, eyes softening as they landed on Chusi. They hadn’t really got a chance to discuss what had happened ever since her heat and while he hoped nothing had changed between them, the distance at which she sat at told him otherwise. She wasn’t far away by any means but it certainly felt as if there was a mile between them. 

He glanced in her direction, lilac eyes warm and welcoming as ever. “Don’t be a stranger” he let out before patting the spot next to him a few times, hoping she’d take up his invitation to sit next to him. He wasn’t good at serious talks, but he figured having a literal shoulder to lean on would be a good thing and at the very least, he wanted her to know he was there for her.