the words we speak in the silence between

The wolf huffed, and padded back the way he had come. Slow, patient, waiting on the stranger to follow him. Dragon-scented as she was, she was seeking a child and he could not fault her. No-one deserved to lose their child, in any sense of the word. He could relate to that.

He sat in front of the bush that the child had hidden itself in, tail wagging slowly.