The canis were looking among the trees, expecting anyone to come out any time answering to the call of Ever as it seemed that no one knew the one named Rurik for certain… BIOS, after thinking about it, felt pressure in his chest, he was about to confirm of whom was the name he apparently dreamed… All the blurry memories in his mind and the estrange “illusion” he had in the morning were slowly convincing and in the same time intimidating him to the idea of watching front to front a real “walker”… He gulped… He suddenly felt he was not prepared to confront that childish fear yet..! But for the time he wanted to retreat and go it was too late..!
“Allo”
The friendly voice echoed in everyone’s eardrums and everyone turned to met him… BIOS twitched his neck to slowly follow with his eyes the figure that appeared before them from it’s feet to the head… He was just like he remembered, a tall and dark figure standing in a pair of paws and whose eyes glowed with a intense white color whit each lightning the storm generated..! He also could notice some characteristics he saw in the morning: the face and inferior paws were corresponding to a wolf’s… but the rest of his body… his arms, his shoulders, his chest… all of that was not just natural… it was not “canis”..!
Everyone could notice the “walker” approaching and the females stood calm looking at him, but they soon noticed in Rurik’s gaze that BIOS was not in the same way, for that moment, for the fear he still felt for that figure, the dog instinctually retreated slowly, like 10 feet away from everyone… he was just staring wide to the figure of Rurik, he once again tried to deceive himself about the existence of the walkers and was thinking about running away..! But something stopped him from doing so… Yuki, Ever and Belle were there… they seemed not scared at all… Rurik itself seemed passive, without bad intentions in his posture and gaze…
“Fearless…”
BIOS started to whisper for himself… making an effort to put his front paws firmly on the soil…
“…and harmless…”
Some titanic effort was required to finally acquire a half-firm posture I front of the two-legged wolf… The dog still was not able to get closer to him, but slowly, he was clearing his mind and starting to form words that bit by bit flowed through his throat and finally came out of his muzzle…
“Y-Yo-You a- You are- Rurik Russo...
T-The one who s-saved me...??”
A first question was finally conceived to the wolf…
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