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Anais hitched the satchel higher on her shoulder and hurried to keep pace with the great pale hound as he loped ahead. Each soft pad of his paws was too loud in the stillness, the kind of hush that makes a traveler hold her breath and listen harder. The path dipped toward the first cottages on...

Anais glanced up at him, her expression briefly betraying the wariness she still carried. A flicker of green fire passed through her eyes, an old anxiety resurfacing. “Never seen a portal stone,” she murmured, her voice soft and laced with unease. “We always worried they’d take us somewhere...

She felt it. Him. His mind. They weren’t her emotions—she knew that—but they surged through her as if they were. Fingal’s fear, his anger, burned hot and wild inside her, and for a brief, disorienting moment, she struggled to separate his feelings from her own. Her eyes flicked down to the dog...

She knew they expected her to return soon, but her mind was caught on Fingal’s words, the weight of what he’d revealed pressing down on her with awe and uncertainty. Her fingers still threaded through his fur, she took a deep breath, trying to grasp the enormity of what he’d just explained. The...

Ana gave a quiet huff of doubt as he spoke of people changing. They had been overprotective of her ever since she could remember. His promise caused her lips to curl and her chest to tighten. What was it about him, that made her want to let him look after her? To simply submit to being his, in...

"Don't do that. You've nothing to be sorry for." she said, reaching to cup the hound's face and lift it. His regret would have been difficult enough to look at in his human form, but in this one he literally looked like a kicked puppy, and such things were a weakness to soft hearts. She...

"Slowly?.." she answered dryly, "Feel free to develop that dislike as quickly as you please. He's determined to control me one way or another." Anais scowled back in the direction of the camp before turning back to Fingal and dropping onto her knees with a sigh. "Not that I have any problem...

"Last I checked, Zachary, you had absolutely no right what so ever to tell me what I should nor should not do.." Anais commented calmly, her hand settling on Finn's head, her fingers combing gently through his fur. The conversations around them quieted to a hush, though the girl remained...

Oliver's hand was gentle as he pet the dog's head. Anais had to bite the inside of her cheek to stop herself from grinning at the amusement of it all. Poor Fingal, having to endure such things, poor, oblivious Oliver, unaware that he had just welcomed the very creature back into his camp that he...

Fingal's plan had gone smoothly, and by the time he followed her back to their camp site, most were gathered around the fire, cooking a fat goose, the smell of which made Ana's stomach tighten with hunger. At least, it seemed, she'd be able to stomach food tonight. She heard her name spoken...

"I'll protect you, just as you protect me." she assured him as they stepped outside. Her steps felt easier now, her heart and mind settled by the comfort of his presence beside her, though she had to remind herself that she had been, in her elders' eyes, sick and vehemently angry before she had...

'Finn will be better than biscuit' Ana grinned, though it faltered at his warning and her head shook quickly. "I never have, never will." she promised, her voice steady and filled with conviction. The fact that he trusted her with his true name meant so much to her, it was as precious to her...

A deep sigh dislodged from her chest, tumbling free and taking the last of her tension with it. Her head shook, her eyes diving ever-so-deeply into his. "It's alright.. It doesn't frighten me, I knew you would be here, I just.." hadn't realised that she had been speaking such an oath in saying...

Her senses seemed to attune themselves to him, sharpening, almost. He had a particular scent too, she realised. She could hear his heartbeat, could feel it pulse through her, as though her heart synced with his own, could feel the thrum of energy, of fae magick that seemed to have tied itself...

The gypsy's heart leaped at the sight of Fingal, even in the form of the large white dog she had only glimpsed the night he saved her in the woods. Her tension broke, and tears welled in her eyes as she smiled at him, closing the door behind her before going to kneel before him with a soft laugh...