you stepped into these days [OPEN]

[ladysarmour]

Characters: Sansa Stark, wolf!Loki
Open? Indeed.
Where: Sansa's rooms in the castle
When: Day today
What: Sansa
Warnings: Should not need any!


There is an odd dissonance between one day and the next: trapped in the wood for three successive days, then a wolf attack and dreams, such tiring dreams, and now Sansa sits in her room, bent over a length of linen stretched out in a hoop frame and threading through it silk thread. Calm. Embroidery has a soothing quality to it, almost like prayer.

-- teeth flashing in the sunlight, great razor claws barreling toward her face, Lady leaping between her, no, Lady, Lady! and she has the thought 'I survived the Lannisters only to die here in the belly of my lord father's beast --

Her next stitch misses the linen and pricks her finger instead, dotting the fresh white cloth with blood. Oh, mercy, mercy, she thinks, and sets the needle aside to set a new piece of linen into the frame.

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[ladysarmour]

This smile is true: this one reaches Sansa's eyes. Perhaps there is still some wolf inside her after all. She catches the pup's paw in her hand and strokes her thumb along it. "You are a dear thing."

As if sensing Sansa's contentment, Lady circles to the other side of the bed and leaps onto it, padding out a space before settling at Loki's side. Not touching, but only a few fingers' span apart. She lays her head over her paws and licks the pup's ear.

[greatsquirrelhunter]

Faolan's tail is wagging like mad. He can't seem to make up his mind between wanting Sansa to pet him, nuzzling against Lady, and cuddling Loki, and he tries to do all three at once.

[sorcerous]

Loki's goal is accomplished -- and more. He hasn't any idea what to do next.

He bites, experimentally, at the bandage. And then stops himself. A wolf's instincts -- he can't quite seem to get rid of them.

Loki nudges Faolan in between himself and Lady.

[ladysarmour]

"You mustn't do that," she says to the black one, gentle warning in her voice.

She laughs at the pup's antics, finally resting her hand on his head and stroking it down his back.

[greatsquirrelhunter]

Faolan is finally convinced to settle between the adult wolves. He leans forward into Sansa's soft touch, eyes closed in contentment. His tail swishes wildly back and forth, probably hitting both of the other wolves as it does so.