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There was something different about the atmosphere now. It had been once been exciting, the air humming with possibility. It had changed suddenly becoming strained somehow. No, this was not how he expected it to be when he saw her again. His ears dropped along with his tail. Whatever he was feeling, betrayed, mournful, she’d noticed, despite his attempt to conceal it. Her posture nearly mirrored his own, now. She gave no reaction to his words, or even seemed to be listening. His shoulders slumped forward and he hung his head momentarily. What have you done this time? He turned his back on her, as powerful as the gesture was. He growled, a guttural sound low in his throat. It was terribly quiet, a primitive reproach meant for only himself. His white claws tensed on the earth below him. He felt them sink into the dirt, thinking on the feel of it beneath his paw pads. It was strangely coarse and cold, even- although he would not feel it through his pelt.
Despite his feelings he gave it his best when he turned to tease her, strangely drifting in and out of his reverie. Perhaps that would change their situation, show her that he could accept this version of her as well. They were but strangers, no matter how compelled he felt towards her, and to be so hurt by her sudden reappearance and change did not quite make sense. So he shook it off, and moved to pursue her again. He was not entirely the wolf he’d been as he was when he’d come to Nova Scotia. He had changed since then, and was no longer so oblivious. He felt shamed to remember the way he had scorned the Luperci, harboring hatred against the entirety of the inflicted. He would show this to her, let her know that he could learn to care for her just as much as he had before, encourage feelings beyond desire. She was the woman of his dreams, kind and warm. She deserved treated just as she had before, as if nothing had changed.
Her head nuzzled against his throat and were he a cat he would have purred. He blinked slowly, contentedly. Before he had a chance to acknowledge her words. But the word ‘friend’ stung him a bit. No, not friends. She deserved more. I’m glad. He replied to her promise of contemplation. His thoughts ceased and he was aware of her body jerking suddenly. His paws tilted a bit, but he was able to keep himself upright. It was a good attempt, admirable for one her size, but it proved futile against his one hundred and forty five pounds of weight. Had he weighed less she might have even succeeded. All it did was cause him to lean slightly for a moment, lifting but a couple toe pads from the ground. His brows twitched and a smirk snaked its way about his muzzle. What exactly were you trying to do, Blind? He rumbled, finding her actions curious.
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