i know the rules, the weaker trees bend; tamlin

[Tamlin]

For a moment, Tamlin thinks she’s going to run - and it’s a relief when she doesn’t - instead, she comes closer to sit in front of him. It warms his smile a little, but he tries not to react too much, out of fear of scaring her off. It feels like a win, though, and he feels it lightening his mood and heart. And he learns her proper name - Winslow - and instantly likes it. Much better than Blue. When she asks whether he’s a shifter too, his smile fades. Those damn sisters of his and hogging up all the fun. “I wish!” There’s a very evident pout in the way he forms the words, but instead of sulking, he continues to explain. “Some of my siblings are, but I wasn’t so lucky. I was born a wolf, which is a whole thing, but turned into a foal and haven’t been able to make the switch since.” It’s always a bit of a trip talking about that with someone not of his family, it was just part of his history but it certainly was a funny little fact. “I can just…” He tries to think of the right word for his connection to wolves - the word that doesn’t make him sound like a total ass taking advantage of a whole species. “Well I guess ‘control’ wolves but I all I really do is let them know I’m not food and then after I hung around with this pack enough they didn’t need to be reminded and they sort of adopted me.” Tamlin tilts his head in thought a little bit in thought, his smile growing with a bright laugh when he corrects himself. “Or maybe they just tolerate me but I like to think they care a little bit.” He smiles fondly over at the pack, who are relaxing all around them now, for a moment - genuine care for them all softening his shining gaze. “If you decide to hang around, maybe you can meet my sisters! I bet they'd love to meet another shifter.” He sure was - even if he was just a little bit (okay, very) jealous. tamlin

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@[winslow]