@cantfixyou (continued from here)
HE DIDNāT SPEAK UP OFTEN; he had never been good with words, even back when heād been a human. He didnāt have many memories of that anymore, but every now and then, heād run into an old drawing of his, and it would bring him right back. It was scary, and he didnāt like it. But heād gotten more used to it than before, so he just dealt with it.
But something about BEING A WOLF gave himā¦ almost some type of sixth sense. He could smell changes in the air, changes in emotions. He was always told that dogs could smell fear, and he knew for a fact that it was true now. Heād smelled it probably a thousand times over by this point, but the scent was EXTRA STRONG right now, so strong that Boris hadnāt even thought about it before reaching for her hand.
He wanted to protect her. She deserved protection. Charlie was his FRIEND, one of the only friendly creatures in this godforsaken studio. She was GOOD. She could save themā¦ she could save them all. He would protect her at all costs. He smiled a little as he gave her hand a gentle squeeze back.
āIām okay.ā His voice, as usual, was quiet and shy, words spoken meekly, barely above a whisper. He was afraid of being overheard ā by the Searchers, by the Lost Ones, but most of all, BY BENDY HIMSELF. If he was overheard, it could put them BOTH in danger. He looked down at their hands, then back at Charlieās face. āAre you okay?ā