story book weddin
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It was a shame that his pride forbidden him from telling her that he had many of medical issues. Maybe then it would be easier for her to understand his ways and his means. He re-coiled quickly making his body look smaller then what it was, his maw pulled in, lowering his head waiting on a beating. He waited for the time frame he felt would be willing for the lashing to start. Letting out a breath the male then looked up to her with a confused look, why had she not hit him like Balraj or Lucifer. Was she more of a wolf like what his mother was? He wish he understood her a bit better…he wanted to trust her fully but then something in him flashed and he coiled down like the beaten animal that he was. His own pride gotten him into a mess and was still getting him into other messes.

He stood back up looking at her with a sorry look in his eyes, licking his lips, his eyes glanced back down unsure of how to act of what to say after such a sad act. He was given a choice either walk to meet this Jefferson, or howl and hope that he comes. The male rolled his shoulders as he moved forward, then stopped lifting an ear up off his head as he looked back to her with a roll of his head, it was his way of motioning her to lead. Walking would have been the better of the choices…if they got lost he would be able to stay a night and maybe get to know her better.


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