She was nesting between his hands, drooling and dreaming without a care for the world. His eyes never for a second left hers, fearing her disappearance or like a leaving star; one second she was there and the next she was gone.
When he entered the pack, moving gracefully between the houses and buildings holding her carefully and yet firmly the people eyes fixed on him. The same thing with his soldiers as they bowed down with respect stealing glances of him and the thing between his arms. However he took his steps steadily so he won’t wake her up and until he reached the pack house his eyes stayed on her.
With her golden hair slowly skipping the cover, dancing elegantly with his steps. Her small hand desperately clenching his shirt seeking the comfort of his soul. And two red eyes that begged to eat her alive marched its way through the bowing crowd without a care.
Whispers vibrated through the air, their curious thoughts couldn’t be held anymore.
