09-09-2016, 10:40 PM
Ruan
Ruan's brows were still pinched in worry as he watched, his eyes wide and alert. The boy stumbled in the deep snow, and his heart tightened. The image of Kilter spoke his name then, and he knew it wasn't in his mind. He'd really found him. Finally, he let cool relief wash over him, closing his eyes with a smiling sigh.
At last.
Deep blue eyes warmed, giving Kilter a reassuring smile. The poor pup looked so chilled and miserable. Ruan slowly edged closer. He didn't know what the boy had been through and didn't want to spook him. Black muzzle reached out tentatively, inching closer and closer until he could touch him, brushing lightly against his smaller nose.
As soon as he was close enough, he shifted his angle and cocooned a large wing around his smaller body, pulling him in to his side. He knew he needed to get him home, but of course he was reluctant. More immediately, though, he needed to get the colt warmed. So his thickly feathered wing was Kilter's own wall against the winter chill, his large body was his own furnace. If he'd had his magic yet, he'd sweep away the snow for him instantly, maybe form a hollow little fortress to hold the warmth within. But it was not yet returned to him. He would have to make do.
"Hey, Little Wolf," he cooed gently, "Do you know how worried your family is?" He glanced around for a bare spot on the ground, and found a decent enough place beneath a dense tree. Only small, thin patches of snow littered the base of it, and he guided them to it.
He coaxed Kilter down with tender nudges so that he could curl against him and share more of his body heat.
"Your father says your mum is awfully worried about you," he continued. "Did you intend to live out here as a wolf without me?" he teased with a playful tug at Kilter's little mane.
At last.
Deep blue eyes warmed, giving Kilter a reassuring smile. The poor pup looked so chilled and miserable. Ruan slowly edged closer. He didn't know what the boy had been through and didn't want to spook him. Black muzzle reached out tentatively, inching closer and closer until he could touch him, brushing lightly against his smaller nose.
As soon as he was close enough, he shifted his angle and cocooned a large wing around his smaller body, pulling him in to his side. He knew he needed to get him home, but of course he was reluctant. More immediately, though, he needed to get the colt warmed. So his thickly feathered wing was Kilter's own wall against the winter chill, his large body was his own furnace. If he'd had his magic yet, he'd sweep away the snow for him instantly, maybe form a hollow little fortress to hold the warmth within. But it was not yet returned to him. He would have to make do.
"Hey, Little Wolf," he cooed gently, "Do you know how worried your family is?" He glanced around for a bare spot on the ground, and found a decent enough place beneath a dense tree. Only small, thin patches of snow littered the base of it, and he guided them to it.
He coaxed Kilter down with tender nudges so that he could curl against him and share more of his body heat.
"Your father says your mum is awfully worried about you," he continued. "Did you intend to live out here as a wolf without me?" he teased with a playful tug at Kilter's little mane.
ooc: does that count as powerplay? *shrug* i shall remove if you dislike ^.^ <3
