416 Post dated to September 5th
Saluce was truthfully a mess, several different crimson colors found their way onto his coat. First the crimson of the Cougar, then the crimson of his own blood running down his left shoulder. Still open from the Cougars final parting gift a reminder of the life that had ended. Then crimson from the small wolf dog mix whatever that he carried in his arms towards home. If for nothing else, Layla would be upset, and his mind could see her reaction as if he could see the future. The shoulder burned with painful heat, already bickering about the weight he was carrying with it. Looking down at the female in his arms knowing for some reason he was an idiot for doing this. Somehow he had never been much of a savior, only the one who offered the easy way out. Now though as eyes beheld the odd mix of canine species in his arms, he wondered what was more damaged her mind or her body.
Saluce didn’t howl for Layla, knowing at some level, he didn’t want to upset any other of their pack mates, or bring alarm to the pack. If she wasn’t home he would if needed, but he would check home first. Knowing his love had been off doing what she liked to lately, and so they had found an easy balance of keeping themselves occupied and returning that evening to each other. Determined to make it home before he would have to lay down his form continued walking, this form didn’t grant him the speed that he wanted, but it granted him the ability to carry. So as the male endured for the moment, his nose started picking up scents of home. Before long those blue eyes looked upon the house in the distance as he continued silently. Long ago the female had tucked her head into his chest and let sleep come over her. Maybe it was for the best, a struggling soul would have made this trip much less of a success.
Soon his feet felt the wood of their front porch as he ascended the few little steps onto it. Then he paused wondering how he would open the door with his hands tied. Maybe now was as good a time as any for him to call for her.
“Layla” his voice almost haggard and broken from no use on the journey home, the behemoth tried again after clearing his throat. “Layla, I need your help”
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