How peculiar. That he should feel the sudden rush—animal whim—to protect her. She is not his bairn; so far as he knows, he has none at all. She means nothing to him, but a formless thing that had come from dim sunlight and misty air and spoke softly to him. Drew him back to the waking world.
And yet. Well, she is a bit helpless, isn’t she? And he, of course, just ever so slightly less so, though he prepares to teach her the value of running and hiding, should the need arise. The blood flows to his muscles, thrumming in his ears, making him alive. “Shhh…” he hisses, but it is too late, for her sweet, youthful voice has attracted a…
—he stills, staring at at the hare with half-lidded, soft familiarity. The rabbit’s skull at his neck shifts as his body releases tension and he takes a step back. “Rusati, ”, he whispers, and then his red eyes fix on her, stern and weary. “Could have been worse, kid. You need to work on your hearing,” the hare hops languidly towards them, standing on its hind and sniffs the air.
And yet. Well, she is a bit helpless, isn’t she? And he, of course, just ever so slightly less so, though he prepares to teach her the value of running and hiding, should the need arise. The blood flows to his muscles, thrumming in his ears, making him alive. “Shhh…” he hisses, but it is too late, for her sweet, youthful voice has attracted a…
—he stills, staring at at the hare with half-lidded, soft familiarity. The rabbit’s skull at his neck shifts as his body releases tension and he takes a step back. “
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