[Bren's tail still wagged in a rhythmic thump, quickening as Essek approached and even more so when those fingers found their way into his fur. He did not hesitate to turn into that hand at his cheek, nuzzling at him with the wolfish muzzle. That's right. He was good, he would always be good for Essek. For his mate.
The wolf knew that just as deeply and firmly as Bren did, that he would tear anyone to ribbons who threatened Essek.
Another wag of that tail and he nods. He will. He will protect him from everything and anything.
Speech isn't really something the wolf is capable of, but there's a distinct sound of...] Always... [In the half-whined growl that he manages.]
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The wolf knew that just as deeply and firmly as Bren did, that he would tear anyone to ribbons who threatened Essek.
Another wag of that tail and he nods. He will. He will protect him from everything and anything.
Speech isn't really something the wolf is capable of, but there's a distinct sound of...] Always... [In the half-whined growl that he manages.]