She smells so nice. Like fresh flowers on a clear summer's day. Like a cold breathe of morning on a winter's dawn. Like the smell of slight fermented roses and jasmines only sweeter, stronger and well, sweeter. She smells sweet.
And she is. She's as nice as a buttercup. Does a wolf talk like that? But I'm not a wolf so I suppose it doesn't matter. She has such a big heart; I can tell she really loves the wolves. She is so gentle and loving with them. Always petting them and healing their hurts (both mental and physical). She desires nothing more than to be of use to them.
I understand those feelings. All my life all I've ever wanted was to be of use. To Rûs, to Pops and now to her. I always wanted to help; to aid; to somehow make everything right for those I love. I would do anything for my loved ones but most of them are dead or lost beyond recall. I can never go back to Pops; I can never go against this other nature awaken inside me. And Hige…I don't know where he is. Maybe he escaped Darcia's Keep. Maybe...I have no idea. I haven't sorted through my feelings for him. I liked him but was there anything more? My heart tells me that there was; just under the surface waiting to bubble out like the surge of an ocean tide.
All I have is her now. And I will protect and aid her till my last breath. Because she's so kind; because she wants to help the wolves so much; because she seems so alone in that cage; because she smells so sweet, pungent and fresh; because she helped me find myself.
And because I love her just she is. Just as Cheza.