{ ???;; } 

   There is silence as the god kneels, staring at a
   wolf cub. A pale hand reaches out to turn the
   frightened creature’s head, autumn star eyes
   dimming at the sight of a gash across its throat.
   It was unclear whether it was the work or a poacher
   or another of the beasts that roamed this world,
   though it mattered not. Neither was left in the close
   vicinity as he travels had brought him here in
   happenstance. And as a god of healing, he couldn’t
   very well leave the poor beast to slowly bleed out,
   now could he?

                               “Quiet now,”
   he cooed as the pup barked in its newfound strength
   as magic poured from the god’s fingers. Once the
   healing was done, and the injury left as no more than
   a thin red scratch, he pulled his hand back. The pup,
   however, still frightened, lashed out, small teeth tearing
   against digits before they could be snatched away.

                                                    “Ack—! Some payback.
                              See if I help your help your kind again—”
   Injured hand was waved about in the air as the skin
   repaired itself. Though he could heal himself at ease
   if his wounds were not too dire, it didn’t take from the
   fact that had smarted.

Emil had been quiet, his voice unheard from those who traversed the
wilds without his say-so, without his knowledge. Green gaze one of 
sadness, dissapointment, as he listened to cries of creatures ( game
they call it. yet to play with life is no game ) fall from their graces and
collapse in piles of blood or muck, laughter heard amongst those 
hunters, slinging skins over shoulders, leaving behind that which 
would not profit them.

So, it was with a heavy heart and sullen feet that the spirit had begun
his walk forward, retracing steps, large creature following behind 
faithfully ( orion always accompanied him when he was home, the
poor wolf would never do anything but ). His stomach dropping to
his toes as he ushered the older beast to the side, it’s green fur and
large proportions difficult to hide within the confines of a forest, yet
it was manageable, with back pressed against the trunk, deep breaths
swallowed in his throat, he listened.

Soft squeaking, attempts of speech, of warning to something that 
would kill him. 

Or, so it thought.

The sound grew more solid, it’s low noises, whining, whimpering,
turning more. It surprised as a sharp snap was heard, cursing the
wolf for it’s animalistic behavior as it rushed beyond, tearing away,
yet stopping at the edge of the clearing, staring at Emil curiously.

Noise, head tilting, tail shifting, Emil slowly lowered on his haunches,
offering a hand, despite the low gutteral noise made within his own
wolves throat. A sniff forward, the creature gliding closer to the spirit
who made no motion to disturb before it moved, jumping closer, a
purr of comfort. 

                           ❝  P r ot e c t  ❞

   "Of course…“

He gave a light smile, it’s head pressing tightly into the blond’s
bossom, not even going to glance over at what had been the
reasoning for the wolf’s survival until it gave a low growl, his own
beast following with barred teeth and green eyes jumped. Mouth
open, attempting to form words awkwardly before he swallowed
audibly, small fox within his grip as he closed his eyes.

   ”I-I’m s-sorry… I d-didn’t … “