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Evening was taking a tighter grip on the day, slowly pulling the sun down past the horizon. The orangey light of the fading day poured in through the windows of the mansion, painting the house in new colors and casting odd, oblong shadows along the ground. Ehno emerged from the small storage room, having just added to the small stockpile of firewood. Winter was growing harsher with each passing day, and the wolves living in the mansion were making use of the few fireplaces whenever the cold was particularly biting. He wanted to make sure their supply did not dwindle.
Ehno wandered through the living room of the manor, stopping near one of the windows. He leaned against the frame for a moment, staring out into the sunset and contemplated the silence. The mansion had felt oddly quiet to him ever since Savina came back from whatever fight she had been in, broken and bloodied. He had wandered up to her room frequently since then, trying to lighten up her mood and--even though he hated to admit it--lighten up his own mood. The Italian boy hadn’t been there to protect his sister from whoever had done this to her. Savina wouldn’t even divulge too much information on the subject to him, and it inadvertently made him feel even guiltier. But as time continued onward and her wounds began to fade, his own guilt started to fade as well. He was just glad that she was okay.
The chocolate-hued male pushed way from the window, deciding to see how his sister was doing now. He traveled up the stairs and down the hall to her room, knocking softly on the slightly-ajar door. “Savvy?” he called after a moment of silence, slowly pushing the door open to peer into her room. It seemed that she had dozed off. Ehno quietly made his way to her bedside, seating himself in the small chair he often sat in when he checked up on her. He didn’t say anything; he just remained silent, not wanting to disturb her. For now he was content to watch over her for a little while. Even if it was only for a short moment, he wanted to feel like he was protecting her. He felt like he had failed at that already. He didn’t want to fail again.
Evening was taking a tighter grip on the day, slowly pulling the sun down past the horizon. The orangey light of the fading day poured in through the windows of the mansion, painting the house in new colors and casting odd, oblong shadows along the ground. Ehno emerged from the small storage room, having just added to the small stockpile of firewood. Winter was growing harsher with each passing day, and the wolves living in the mansion were making use of the few fireplaces whenever the cold was particularly biting. He wanted to make sure their supply did not dwindle.
Ehno wandered through the living room of the manor, stopping near one of the windows. He leaned against the frame for a moment, staring out into the sunset and contemplated the silence. The mansion had felt oddly quiet to him ever since Savina came back from whatever fight she had been in, broken and bloodied. He had wandered up to her room frequently since then, trying to lighten up her mood and--even though he hated to admit it--lighten up his own mood. The Italian boy hadn’t been there to protect his sister from whoever had done this to her. Savina wouldn’t even divulge too much information on the subject to him, and it inadvertently made him feel even guiltier. But as time continued onward and her wounds began to fade, his own guilt started to fade as well. He was just glad that she was okay.
The chocolate-hued male pushed way from the window, deciding to see how his sister was doing now. He traveled up the stairs and down the hall to her room, knocking softly on the slightly-ajar door. “Savvy?” he called after a moment of silence, slowly pushing the door open to peer into her room. It seemed that she had dozed off. Ehno quietly made his way to her bedside, seating himself in the small chair he often sat in when he checked up on her. He didn’t say anything; he just remained silent, not wanting to disturb her. For now he was content to watch over her for a little while. Even if it was only for a short moment, he wanted to feel like he was protecting her. He felt like he had failed at that already. He didn’t want to fail again.