Breaking the Nerves

[Conor Soul]

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The characteristic signs of submit were present, but Conor rarely was one to insist on vivid submission from the canines he interacted with. One of his many flaws, perhaps, but that was how it was. Lilac silently investigated the boy’s accessories as he spoke about a home. Focus returned to face, now sharpened physically and mentally. Why was such a young soul out here seeking refuge in such weather? Where did the poor thing come from? Caramel painted ears had drawn back to rest against his thickly furred skull—not in detest for the other, but to protect against the whipping chill of the wind.

The name offered was most peculiar, but names varied greatly in these lands, and after letting the boy’s name echo through his tranquil mind for a moment, he moved on. ”What happened to your leg?” the adult asked, following no specific procedures as he allowed himself to ask this question. It could limit this young male greatly. Was he able to hunt and survive on his own? Why was he alone and for how long had he wandered through the winter landscape? There were many questions left unanswered, but details would be brought to him if he just asked.