Permafrost Hollows clothed her in leaves and buds of crimson core

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He didn't realise Keen was fully awake until she spoke, shifting to be closer to him. He grunted softly, barely a chuff. He'd been quieter than usual since the attack, closing up on himself like a winter flower.
"Good morning, Keen." He replied with a soft tone he didn't use with anyone else.
He shifted closer to her, pressing his nose to her forehead. 
"Are you cold?" He asks, concern etching his voice and gaze, pulling back slightly to look at her face. 

She looked harrowed, worn.
He supposed he did too with the little sleep and always being alert. He knew the man hadn't followed them here, yet he wanted Keen to know she was safe. That he was never going to let her be hurt again.
He'd lay down his life to ensure it.
Something about this girl made him strive to protect; even before the attack. He'd never cared much for young wolves, leaving them to find their own ways in the world yet Keen made him feel. 

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