♛ E M H R Y S ➸ T A L I A ➸ W H I T E T H O R N ♛
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➸ feminine ➸ twenty-two ➸ loner ➸ attraction; n/a ➸ tagged; wolfe, keiran, breanna ➸ location; her cabin, the city ➸ weapon; hunting bow ➸
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𝔈mhrys felt her anxiety spike as the young girl's sobbing cut through the quiet, her heart beginning to slam painfully against her ribs. where are her bloody parents? she cannot be alone out here. I refuse to believe that. the woman thought to herself, shifting her weight. wolfe seemed to react similarly, pacing along the expanse of the porch. when the door was opened to reveal a man, the saarloos wolfhound released a quiet yet stern warning growl. any movement too fast would surely mean the canine would lunge. as keiran offered a small smile, his calloused hands raised in surrender, the female studied him, making sure he seemed unarmed and harmless before she muttered quietly to her canine, who then settled at her feet.
"I'll see what we can do." emhrys told him softly, as she was unsure of what to expect from the young girl. though she had never been the type to want children of her own, it was rare, but she seemed to understand them well enough for them to trust her. snapping her fingers, the woman quickly caught her dog's attention and sent him off into the house ahead of her. wolfe yipped quietly at the command and veered through the abandoned house, following her scent toward the room she currently occupied. the canine barked quietly to alert her of his presence, crawling toward her slowly on his abdomen to appear less frightening, his bushy tassel wagging.
"he'll have her out here in no time. we should settle in, for now, close the door. I'm emhrys, by the way. that was wolfe." the huntress told him and stepped past him, into the house. in any other situation, it would have been all charm, a real snake in the grass, but the little girl needed her. she needed to be protected, as she was much too young to care for herself. sauntering past him, the woman threw herself down on the dusty couch, kicking her feet up onto the old coffee table. surely wolfe would manage to calm her down, maybe even get her to join them in the living room. who didn't love dogs?