Since the arrival of the woman who was their servant had arrived, things had begun being easier for the two. Axi was not very bright, from what Larkspur could gather, but she understood that her duties were simple. With the extra time, Larkspur caught up on the things he so rarely managed—like sleep. In his lupus form, the wolf stirred at the woman’s approach and was drawn out of his sleep. By the time she touched him, he was awake. Orange eyes blinked away the haze of some forgotten dream and focused up onto the face of the woman whose home he shared.
Almost immediately, he sensed something was wrong. The can tah was silent. He rose to his feet quickly, white paws and scars a sharp contrast against his dark coat. Though a small flame kept the main room of their cave lit their bedroom was dark. He might have vanished into it if not for these marks and his eyes, which caught what little light there was a gleamed. “S’matter?” He asked sharply, thinking immediately of their children. After what had almost happened with Harlowe, he had reason to fear for them.
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