The wolf knew who he was looking for, and the push was on. There had been a scent of Apollo’s misery and self-indulgence going on just a little too long. Something had happened, and while the Bard had dutifully allowed the self-wallowing male to have his time, well. That time was coming to an end.
It was a time to be telling things that were in their hearts. He found himself lusting for some sort of miracle that would make all his own queries blazing across his mind come a little more suitable. It was why he marched across the summer grasses, and he found his head tipped up. Answers were never easy. Confessions were frightening.
The Demi-God could feel the pull of summer, and he knew soon enough the moon would begin whispering in his ear. Calling him to pay attention to the things he had been parted from in some time. When was the last time he had spent some quality time with his lover?
“Appppollloooooo,” A happy sing-song voice summoned, wagging his tail with a gusto. The thought of seeing Apollo - just looking at him - always brought a joy to his face. He couldn’t help it. It was an addiction.
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