As an animal, Skoll could recognize the tension in her body, but as a friend, he could see that something was wrong and grew worried. He could stomp around and be as petulant as he wanted, but he was still innately good. He clasped his hands behind his back so she wouldn’t see him fidgeting with them, and tried to balance his posture so that it wasn’t overpoweringly dominant or closed-off.
“It hasn’t been that long,” the golden wolfdog answered awkwardly, “has it?” He supposed it felt like it, but the days had been dragging on and on lately. He knew he wasn’t the best person to ask about this kind of thing.
Boy, man, and animal raged within him for a few moments, as he wondered what he should do—continue to maintain this awkward distance she’d set, cordially invite her in, or go and hug her like he kind of wanted to? Some of the sparkle had gone out of her eyes, which unnerved him. Meanwhile, his heart had relearned how to pitter-patter in his chest, and he didn’t know if it was because of general anxiety or because it was her.
But he could figure that out later. Right now, the most important question was: “What’s wrong, Adelle? What happened?” His green eyes softened, and he held his hand out—a gesture of welcome, whether it was into his territory or into his arms.
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