To his surprise, the noise was coming from a small puppy that wiggled out from under a bush. Larkspur narrowed his eyes. She was not one of the ones he recognized as Anathema’s property (for in his mind children were things first, people later) and clearly upset. He swung from the back of the horse in a smooth motion, dropping into the snow. Larkspur was not particularly fond of children, but he had made exceptions. Harlowe had failed miserably, and the harlequin girl had shown potential. It was a shame she still lived with a weak alpha guiding her.
“C’mere,” he said flatly, his pelt rippling like the horses as it tried to shake away the cold. “Yer gonna freeze t’death out here.” If she belonged somewhere else he would return her after the wind subsided. Naniko was a woman, and he doubted she’d have an issue with a puppy being saved from death. It was one of the weakness’ of the fairer sex.
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