He smiled softly at her statement before giving her a small, curt nod. Swimming would definitely be good for you—and your leg. It would help build her strength back up, as well as determine her limits with her injury. Her leg would never return to normal, even when it was healed, but it would regain some functionality as long as she didn’t overexert herself. I think that’s a good goal, but I would prefer you have company when swimming at the lake. I’m sure Lavender won’t mind, and neither would I. He did not want to baby the young Baranski but he also did not know how well she would be able to swim at first. Just for the first couple of swims. Until you regain some strength in that leg, he added with a soft smile as he touched his nose to her forehead. It was to keep her safe—just as he had promised to Inna.
Wolves get injured all the time, he commented, his chin tipping to the side as he studied her, his gaze still soft; smooth. Nobody sees you as a burden. You can only do so much, and nobody will fault you for that. The little crow was a determined wolf; everyone in the Surge knew that.
While the ghost hoped that the russet male was safe, wherever he was, he did not know if he wanted him to return. Lachesis knew that he couldn’t be so choosy—not when the numbers of Driftwood were beginning to dwindle once more—but he did not know if he could welcome back a wolf that disappeared without a word. Not unless there was proof of his accidental absence. His ears twitched at her mention of roles, his chartreuse gaze narrowing as he studied her tangerine irises. What role were you thinking of? She still had time to decide, but Lachesis was curious as to what her intentions were.
stick with those who stick with you