02-12-2009, 05:55 PM
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Just like a delicate feather being plucked from a hen, Savina pulled him and lifted him easily from the ice easily. Tears rolled down his face with renewed vigour, though he couldn't quite grasp the emotion or reasoning behind it. He felt as though he were in trouble, but she was far too gentle to have wanted to punish him. Shame pooled in his eyes all the same for many reasons, as well as relief that he hadn't been left out there to freeze or fall through to what icy water more than likely moved beneath the surface. Shivering as he pushed himself against her, he was grateful for the warmth that enveloped him and part of him never wanted to let it go again.
But then her question had come up and he slowly pulled his damp face away from her side and swallowed roughly. “Yes,” he spoke lowly, folding his ears back with the same shame that had since left his eyes. It wasn't like he had been told about strangers before. It wasn't necessarily like he needed to be told either; instinct alone had told him to be wary of her because she had nothing to do with this pack. But naïviety was one of the things every child was given and Salem was no different. This would be a mistake that he did indeed learn from. “Are… are you mad at me?” It had to be asked.
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But then her question had come up and he slowly pulled his damp face away from her side and swallowed roughly. “Yes,” he spoke lowly, folding his ears back with the same shame that had since left his eyes. It wasn't like he had been told about strangers before. It wasn't necessarily like he needed to be told either; instinct alone had told him to be wary of her because she had nothing to do with this pack. But naïviety was one of the things every child was given and Salem was no different. This would be a mistake that he did indeed learn from. “Are… are you mad at me?” It had to be asked.