Small favors. Miles knows he doesn't have much time, that even Kurt's exhaustion won't delay the inevitable for long -- soon they'll launch awake, reach instinctively for their baby, find her missing and then there'll be hell to pay. He shakes the whimpering little girl roughly, getting a confused whimpering sob -- mom doesn't do that, mom doesn't shake or hiss or exude hatred and malice. Though she's only a baby, mere weeks old, she knows in her very soul when someone is safe -- and when they're dangerous. This man is dangerous.
But he's also at the door, pulling it open and then closing it quickly, quietly, behind him before the chill rush of wind can alert Kurt. He shifts the baby in his arms, looks across the snowy clearing towards the wagon. The wolf in him is on alert, mistrusting humans on principle, but -- well. These are desperate times after all.
So he nods curtly at the man, strides forward, purposefully. He's confident that the mere sight of this person will be enough to send Kurt into mindless, desperate terror, enough to completely nullify any attempts at retaliation. "Sorry for the delay."
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Date: 2023-12-22 02:06 am (UTC)But he's also at the door, pulling it open and then closing it quickly, quietly, behind him before the chill rush of wind can alert Kurt. He shifts the baby in his arms, looks across the snowy clearing towards the wagon. The wolf in him is on alert, mistrusting humans on principle, but -- well. These are desperate times after all.
So he nods curtly at the man, strides forward, purposefully. He's confident that the mere sight of this person will be enough to send Kurt into mindless, desperate terror, enough to completely nullify any attempts at retaliation. "Sorry for the delay."