[Another soft whine before Bren realized he probably ought to try communicating in a more coherent way. So he nodded. Essek could approach. The wolf would like it very much if his mate approached, if he came close enough for the wolf to take in his scent and grow intoxicated on it, on the proximity.
Whatever terror had been in Bren, he'd clearly forgotten it in the wolf's exuberance at having turned and found his mate here with him, for the first time since he'd changed.
And closer to the surface than he had ever been perhaps, Caleb was silently laughing at the ridiculousness of this overgrown puppy. He knew full well that Bren as a wolf was dangerous, a killer who had done terrible things before he'd learned to keep control of the beast that he became. Now though, now that beast wanted petting.
Because his mate was right. He was safe. They were together and they were safe, tucked away some place that was and long had been home. Everything scented of Essek and of himself, and there was comfort in that, in the thrum of familiar magic that permeated the air.]
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Whatever terror had been in Bren, he'd clearly forgotten it in the wolf's exuberance at having turned and found his mate here with him, for the first time since he'd changed.
And closer to the surface than he had ever been perhaps, Caleb was silently laughing at the ridiculousness of this overgrown puppy. He knew full well that Bren as a wolf was dangerous, a killer who had done terrible things before he'd learned to keep control of the beast that he became. Now though, now that beast wanted petting.
Because his mate was right. He was safe. They were together and they were safe, tucked away some place that was and long had been home. Everything scented of Essek and of himself, and there was comfort in that, in the thrum of familiar magic that permeated the air.]