I was white, yes, with yellow here and there. Gold if you want to be poetic, which you always are.
I spent so much time as a shadow and [...] when I wasn't, I was dirty, injured, covered in sores. If you snuck up on me while I was sleeping, I must've been exhausted because I didn't sleep well otherwise.
...But it's nice, actually. Thinking you were there, thinking you maybe loved me a little, even like that.
[...]
I don't really remember how I look when I'm clean or well. But I must have been, right? At some point, I was healthy and my coat was full, and if I can't remember it but I know there was a time, then it must have been when I was with you.
It must have been in that tower, Desmond, because I wanted to be there so badly. Wolves don't want to be inside castles or up in the sky like that; it's not natural - unless I learned something good was in there. Something better than being free, better than having all the woods to myself, better than finding a den or a mate or something to hunt.
Den?
[...]
We had a den.
Not in the tower. Down in the bottom of the castle. I found it and smelled [...] you and "the man with the wolf in his bones". I smelled us and our mating. The smells were so strong that I ran from it, but I think it's because the door was closed for so long, sealing all of it in.
I'm not going to be sad about it. I'm going to say it was just waiting for us to come home.
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I spent so much time as a shadow and [...] when I wasn't, I was dirty, injured, covered in sores. If you snuck up on me while I was sleeping, I must've been exhausted because I didn't sleep well otherwise.
...But it's nice, actually. Thinking you were there, thinking you maybe loved me a little, even like that.
[...]
I don't really remember how I look when I'm clean or well. But I must have been, right? At some point, I was healthy and my coat was full, and if I can't remember it but I know there was a time, then it must have been when I was with you.
It must have been in that tower, Desmond, because I wanted to be there so badly. Wolves don't want to be inside castles or up in the sky like that; it's not natural - unless I learned something good was in there. Something better than being free, better than having all the woods to myself, better than finding a den or a mate or something to hunt.
Den?[...]
We had a den.
Not in the tower. Down in the bottom of the castle. I found it and smelled [...] you and "the man with the wolf in his bones". I smelled us and our mating. The smells were so strong that I ran from it, but I think it's because the door was closed for so long, sealing all of it in.
I'm not going to be sad about it. I'm going to say it was just waiting for us to come home.