He could hear the tail-end of the discussion as he arrived. Bucky had said something to make Saya upset, and Ash was consoling her. Whatever Ash-brand of affection he showed their sister, however, he did not offer to Rowan as he stopped a few paces from the gathering.
Instead, Ash declared that they were leaving.
Rowan, stunned, felt his jaw go slack. A silence rang in his ears, blocking out the swear Ash used that would have certainly set him scowling. His blue eyes, for as much yearning and sadness they harbored on his way here, had dulled. He couldn’t even see the wolves before him.
He’d… thought about this. So, so much. What coming home would be like. How he wished he’d have their mother and aunt in tow. Why was he being told to leave, and so suddenly? He had a speech prepared! Words! Hugs!
His mouth had opened wider, but it was a long moment before he found words to speak. In that time, he could only stare dumbly at Ash.
“Bu—What? I mean, I just… got here….” Swallowing, he looked to Saya. His nose tingled with the threat of tears. He was so tired. Couldn’t they… prepare, more, for this? “Saya, I…. I’m so—”
His apology was cut off. The tingling of his nose couldn’t stop a familiar scent from hitting him. Finally, he turned to look upon the black wolf properly, his eyes snagging on the white patch on his—her—chest.
He recalled the first time he’d tasted, been fed, meat. The memory, and this familial scent, was enough to have his legs trembling. His voice, too. The bottom line of his vision grew blurry with tears.
Was it… really her?
Jun 16, 2018 11:04 PM — Post #13
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