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Post by Racing on Oct 25, 2012 19:23:12 GMT -7
Hale's heart thumped to a halt, and his eyes widened as breath rushed from his lungs. His breath left him as hers entered her, and his heart slammed its feet down to silence his thinking, to hear what she had to say. And joy flooded him at the words. His apprehension melted through his fur, and he shook himself vigorously, white teeth glinting as he bared them in a wolfish smile.
"Arria. Thank you."
The growl of his voice was lessened, and a smooth deeper tone rang from his vocal cords. He got to his feet, came forward and nudged her lightly, just after she sat back down. He kept his head low, nudging her ruff lightly as he grinned, a joyful, carefree one-- one of before time. This young pup had just made his day, if not his life-- he would have a family again! Oh, happy day!
But then her other words rained upon his head, striking fierce blows at his heart and soul, rampaging into his core like a Forcer with no girl-toy, and his heart was heavy again. Heavy with grief of losing not one family but two, and rage at not being able to die with them. But Hale locked these thoughts away, and spoke, voice gravelly once more.
"Yes, Arria, my family... Is dead. My born-Pack, and my First-Pack. But it will all be okay in the end. For this is a new, fresh start, Arria, and together in this pack we will both have a family again."
And oh, would they. Oh, he could feel it now, the joy and freedom and care and love and hope and happiness, all good emotions, all newborns and cute and elderly snipes, everything that made the wolves what they were-- he could feel it, they would have it once more. Once again, they would be whole. It was just a matter of time.
Family. Pack. Family. Pack.
The words resounded in his brain.
[335 words. Coming Undone - Korn, Wild Horses - Natasha Bedingfield.]
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