His wounds had been tended to and wrapped to conceal them from further dirtying or mess, but the wound of his heart and ego were not so easily treated. To undergo a defeat, she had come to learn, was never easy to endure. There was a wound left unseen but always felt as a reminder, a gambit of sorts to either hinder one down or help them overcome future obstacles. Frodo certainly had a one placed in his tired lap now, but would be dealt with another time.
The she-wolf looked kindly to the boy as he lowered himself to his side, gently taking her leg to anchor her by his side. Silently, she complied to keep watch, offering her presence as security so he could find rest for himself and be at ease. Her mate and Ryu would capable of watching themselves for a night… this boy was far from ready to bear the coming morning alone.
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