01-20-2019, 04:20 PM
Kneeling, Tristan plunged an arm into the shadows heedless of what may bite. No such punishment snapped, but despite all his efforts, his paws swiped empty. Frowning, the retracted and thought again as the eyes buried themselves into the farthest corners of darkness. Fear wafted on the air. Tristan cocked his head aside, letting his own soul coax the currents with determination and hope for safety. “Come on, little one,” he beckoned even as fond memories flooded his mind of Thorn Paw’s security and wisdom. The great arctic wolf knew Tristan as a pup, a wild, bounding wolf running from seashore to seashore. How the ancient one must have seen the ignorant, fearful pup that was Tristan those first few encounters. It was as Tristan now saw another, and he understood.
With enough coaxing, the scent of fear faded and, in its place, wafted curiosity. Tristan smiled with the shift, a toothy, calm smile that glinted the gold in his eyes. A moment later, a wet nose nuzzled his fingertips. As soon as his grip closed on the scruff, Tristan pulled the pup from its hole and nestled its scrawny body to his chest. Work and ladders were left behind, and by the time he reached home, the malamute puppy was asleep in his arms.
With enough coaxing, the scent of fear faded and, in its place, wafted curiosity. Tristan smiled with the shift, a toothy, calm smile that glinted the gold in his eyes. A moment later, a wet nose nuzzled his fingertips. As soon as his grip closed on the scruff, Tristan pulled the pup from its hole and nestled its scrawny body to his chest. Work and ladders were left behind, and by the time he reached home, the malamute puppy was asleep in his arms.