A Sense of Balance

[Conor Soul]

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The man was forced out of his dreamlike state as Conor’s firm hands went to work, butt his was a good sign. He would have been more worried had the male not responded to the striking pain that with certainty jolted through his broken limb as the alpha put on the temporary bandage. The injured loner’s head seemed to clear enough for him to tell the unofficial apothecary to make it tight, and so he did, though not as tight as he could have made it. The leg would continue to swell, and he risked making things worse if he finished up with a bandage too tight. It was all temporary anyway, but this was needed before they were to move him.

The experienced woman by his side offered her short compliment, and despite the severity of the situation, warm relief washed through him at her soft tones. She always spoke truthfully to those that chose to listen, and he understood that she meant what she said. It would be something to revel in the future, but not now. When the leg was wrapped in crimson, pinks and yellow, the young leader turned to his member, and he knew that she knew that everything would sort itself out. Conor was no longer the little runt he once had been. His build was indeed similar to that of his father, but colours were brighter, smoother and his heart was not painted black.

”Thank you, Cwmfen, you may return to your duties.” She had done what had been expected of her and more. He would remain here for a little while, see when and if the bandage would do its job before picking up the task of carrying the injured loner back to Wolfville and the home where Conor had everything he needed to make sure the wound would mend well. If he survived, of course.

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