out of character stuffs
Kiara leaned into him, his body taking the full weight of her slim form. She was so small compared to him. Usually the difference went unnoticed, both too occupied with their games and activities to really note their differences. She was always so big in his mind, powerful and spirited. Like nothing could get her down. Her true size though, so small and delicate, weighed on him now. All he could do was stand there, and hope that he was enough to protect her, and care for her. The pack would willingly help, but he still felt the need to stand strong, wrapped around her.
Sorrow filled the air, simply shared and felt by everything around them, before being washed away again. They were silent, resting together before Kiara's words broke it, the pain fading away. It would still hurt, but the razor sharp edge of the sorrow wouldn't remain any longer. Yes, your pack. My pack. Our pack. He leaned down, licking at her face softly, letting the joy of the pack replace the sorrow that had been, tail beginning to raid. He stepped back, indicating for her to follow. There was enough time for a run before Lucia woke up. They could see the territory together, reclaiming it for the pack.
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