One month later...
Thyrious crossed his arms and waited for La Rue. Her legs were as healed as they were going to get without proper healing and she had been walking gingerly on them for the past week. The more she moved, the more he was convinced she would be well enough to journey home soon.
They spent the past month in her shelter with not much to do but hunt and sleep. They couldn't really communicate with her being a wolf, so the only voice he heard was his own. Once, not long after that first night where he found her surrounded by his clothes, she had tried to shift. He stopped her just in time and told her to wait, that shifting would make everything he did moot. She had whined, but acquiesed. Every night, she would lay in his lap, and every morning, he would wake to her nose under his shirt, her breaths warming his stomach. She hadn't seemed to notice, so he let it be, after all, it's not like she was doing any harm.
