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Lost and insecure

You found me, you found me

Lyin' on the floor

Surrounded, surrounded

Why'd you have to wait?

Where were you? Where were you?

Just a little late

You found me, you found me

In the end, everyone ends up alone

Losin' her, the only one who's ever known

Who I am, who I'm not, and who I wanna be

No way to know how long she will be next to me
You Found Me by The Fray

Characters: Gale and Illsa

Setting: The Weald outskirts during the Summer [August 2022]

Summary: Gale happens upon Illsa while she comes to terms with the fact she may never see her Aba again.

Once again he had lost track of Illsa...some guardian he was huh? Gale spent a good part of the day scouring the small island the Fellfangir wolves were sequestered to trying to find the young wolf. When he finally found her however...he noticed something was quite off about her demeanor... That usual hopefulness and optimism she carried with her seemed to be wilting. He could see it in her body language alone, Gale feared the worst...realizing she was probably grieving. Aba had yet to show up...and even if he did...the Hive might have gotten to him first. A pit formed in the slate pelted wolf's stomach...all of those hopeful optimisms spoken between them when Illsa first awakened in the witchdoctor's den...had he lied to her after all? Gale blinked to keep the threatening tears out of his gaze as he watched her melancholy from a distance. He hadn't meant to get her hopes up...he wanted to prevent this from happening. But...perhaps it was inevitable. Grief was something they all went through at one point or another, hell he was still grieving over the loss of his mother and disappearance of his sister. How could he even begin to help poor Illsa? She was so young, a bright shining light in the darkness of their days imprisoned on the island...and now her light was dimming. Gale felt powerless in this situation...he couldn't find the words within his own mind to comfort himself...how could he comfort her? Still...he had to do something, he wouldn't dare leave her like this. So...he quietly approached the pup and sat by her side. Though he was unable to speak or find something to say to make her feel better... he could at least be there for her.

Response to k-eilonwy 's piece of Illsa.
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Gale and art (C) Weasele .
Illsa (C) k-eilonwy .

Description

Lost and insecure

You found me, you found me

Lyin' on the floor

Surrounded, surrounded

Why'd you have to wait?

Where were you? Where were you?

Just a little late

You found me, you found me

In the end, everyone ends up alone

Losin' her, the only one who's ever known

Who I am, who I'm not, and who I wanna be

No way to know how long she will be next to me
You Found Me by The Fray

Characters: Gale and Illsa

Setting: The Weald outskirts during the Summer [August 2022]

Summary: Gale happens upon Illsa while she comes to terms with the fact she may never see her Aba again.

Once again he had lost track of Illsa...some guardian he was huh? Gale spent a good part of the day scouring the small island the Fellfangir wolves were sequestered to trying to find the young wolf. When he finally found her however...he noticed something was quite off about her demeanor... That usual hopefulness and optimism she carried with her seemed to be wilting. He could see it in her body language alone, Gale feared the worst...realizing she was probably grieving. Aba had yet to show up...and even if he did...the Hive might have gotten to him first. A pit formed in the slate pelted wolf's stomach...all of those hopeful optimisms spoken between them when Illsa first awakened in the witchdoctor's den...had he lied to her after all? Gale blinked to keep the threatening tears out of his gaze as he watched her melancholy from a distance. He hadn't meant to get her hopes up...he wanted to prevent this from happening. But...perhaps it was inevitable. Grief was something they all went through at one point or another, hell he was still grieving over the loss of his mother and disappearance of his sister. How could he even begin to help poor Illsa? She was so young, a bright shining light in the darkness of their days imprisoned on the island...and now her light was dimming. Gale felt powerless in this situation...he couldn't find the words within his own mind to comfort himself...how could he comfort her? Still...he had to do something, he wouldn't dare leave her like this. So...he quietly approached the pup and sat by her side. Though he was unable to speak or find something to say to make her feel better... he could at least be there for her.

Response to k-eilonwy 's piece of Illsa.
Check it out here:

Gale and art (C) Weasele .
Illsa (C) k-eilonwy .