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Caillen Winters · 02-13-2011, 11:13 PM

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The slight weight of her cool palm against his warm chest stilled Caillen, as though he were a skittish stallion to be soothed by her touch and soft words. Floppy collie ears, reminiscent of his mother's half of the family, tilted eagerly towards her as ice-blue eyes shone with concern. The sound of her laughter, a tinkling of bells that broke through his stream of words, confused the large male into silence. Why was she laughing? Was she laughing at him? Ears flopped dejectedly. Oh, he had made a fool of himself, as per usual.

Her reassurances calmed the gentle giant somewhat, and he nodded meekly. "N-nae, m'lady. Of course not." He didn't want to insult her by insinuating that she was so fragile. But it was difficult to bury that familiar surge of fear that he had hurt her, regardless. It would always haunt him, the young male was sure; regardless of her assurances of health. Nobody had taught him how to control the power his immense muscles provided, and as such, the fear would linger on.

Her gentle fingers tugged at the scarf about his throat, and Caillen was distracted by the slight pressure on his neck. He made no move to stop her, instead watching her owlishly with surprisingly innocent blue eyes. The deep blue scarf, that which complimented his mottled slate pelt so well, had been a gift - Surprisingly, a gift from another member of her as yet unnamed pack. His blurry mind recalled the ebony jackal who had given it to him; her kindness, much alike Talitha's, had been confusing yet welcome. As the russet beauty toyed with the warm material, it shifted aside to reveal the pendant he wore on a simple silver chain about his neck. It was the head of a silver stag, in whose antler's was trapped a round sapphire moon. The artifact held particular sentimental value to him, and conjured vague thoughts of another woman; the woman who had broken his heart, and the woman he had irreversibly hurt.

He didn't want to think about her - She made his head hurt. He would much rather think about Talitha, who was seated comfortably in his arms once more. Her temperature seemed to be reaching normal levels now, fueled by his own excessive heat. Come summer, he would regret having such a plush pelt, but for now Caillen was grateful.

A sharp growl caught his warm attention, and the brute stiffened, alert - Until he realised that the offending sound was coming from his own stomach. Beneath the wave of embarrassment, Caillen thought longingly of the snares he had set further down the mountain - They were sure to have caught some lean, but tasty, hares. That was how he had survived thus far, except for the occasional lucky hunt where he had caught a weakened deer or the such. He was far too big to be able to hunt effectively in these forest areas.

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