Am happy to fade? We could do a full, proper hunt if you'd like the LP, but I'm happy to end it soon since this is so old :)
Whether or not Wraith understood why the boundary existed, it was pleasing that he respected it, and the subtle interaction was glossed over without specific attention. It was true that insults designed for children touched a rather sore point somewhere deep and old in Craw, of being belittled and undermined and cut down only to be rebuilt with lies and manipulation. But he hadn't told Wraith any of it, hadn't told any of them, and that one small growl only said don't - and Craw was content that Wraith accepted it.
Perhaps if this relationship truly bore fruit, became something more than just a practical matter, became something that Craw could value as much as the ones he had been forced to leave behind, then he would explain it to the man. To do so now would be to just invite pity or sympathy, and that was no way to build a meaningful bond. He would not accept Wraith's allegiance if it was borne through feeling sorry for him. He would earn any and all goodwill through his actions in the present, and that alone.
But it had been one fleeting instant. Seeing Wraith rise to the bait, the easy rolling growl in his chest through excitement rather than aggression, Craw grinned toothily as he lurched at the man, at his friend, able to put it all behind him, all of it, and in its place just enjoy this moment of easy camaraderie. He would make sure that Wraith found a place at his side in the ridge - and he sorely hoped, so dearly hoped, that the man would be the first to stand by his side in this new southern life, together so far from their homes.
(This post was last modified: Mar 25, 2016, 05:24 PM by Craw.)