Toboe - The Wolf who Loves Humans
The fire warmed his russet fur through, even as outside snow gently fell from the sky to the dirty pavement below to cover the world in its pure whiteness.
His owner, the old lady that had saved him as a pup and raised him as her own, sat in the armchair by the fire, gently rocking back and forth, the gentle clicking of knitting needles lulling him into a state between sleep and wakefulness.
A hand reached down and gently patted him between his ears, his favourite spot to feel the wrinkled digits run their way through his fur. He moved his head so his muzzle was facing the chair and he knew in that moment of time, like so many times before that were so similar, what peace, love and contentment felt like.
It was not to last. He was just shy of entering adolescence when, in his puppish excitement, he had accidentally killed the woman. All over his dinner for the night. He had not meant to smother her in sloppy kisses, or to stay standing with his paws on her chest, yet he had in his love for her done so anyway. Her heart gave out with her lungs.
It had been only a few short months between that fateful incident and meeting Tsume. At first, the older grey wolf had tried to hide everything about himself and pretend he didn't care, though something had always told him that it was a lie, that deep down, Tsume did care but was just afraid of feeling.
At the end, he had known it to be a lie. The real Tsume had shown his face and though his body was as unresponsive and cold as that of the old man Quent who held him in his arms, he heard the story the grey wolf had refused to tell him what felt like so long ago.
Though it had hurt for a while, he had gone down protecting one he had promised his life to, even if Quent hadn't truly known that. And now he had given a painful, yet great gift to Tsume. He had given his grey friend his life back, a pack, friendship and love, which ultimately led to grief.
As he watched from his spot lying on the grassy field he was now in, a lone tear rolled its way down Tsume's face, and he let himself fully break away from the world and fully made his way to what awaited him.
Lying down in the grass, contentment whirled within him and a hand began to gently scratch between his ears. Looking to his side as he felt a light weight beside him, he found his owner, the old woman who had raised him, was by his side once again, just like the last time he had seen her well.
As the clicking of knitting needles calmed what was left of the pain and fear he had felt over his passing of the world, he let himself close his eyes and fall asleep. His world turned to black and everything he knew was forgotten.
A/N - A lot smaller than my Tsume story. I am planning on doing a story for each wolf in the series. Perhaps I will even do one for Hubb, Cher and Quent. One will probably also be done for Darcia.
I finally have watched the whole series. I can't exactly remember if I got all the scenes in the right order, or even if it is right, so I guess this one is an AU of sorts.
