out of character
The soft affection was comforting as she cried. Adelle hadn't let anyone close to her after Grandpa had died. Not Isa, not Aly, not Jazper, not even Sidra had been near her without her lashing out at them. To be confronted this way, just held softly and soothed, was a great feeling. Adelle tried to stop the tears, but it didn't work. They kept flowing, soaking through her fur and dampening Skoll's. Nuzzling against him she returned the lick with a slow one on his neck.
Adelle was jealous of the battlefield Skoll described. It sounded like a wonderful place, and she hated that Grandpa had left her behind to go there. At least some of the emptiness inside her had been pushed back by the gentle words. Picturing Grandpa, and stepping up where he had left off, was frightening. Could she do it? Could she really make her Grandpa proud still, and carry the family? It was a little frightening to think of. Sniffling she looked at Skoll. Thanks.
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