loyalwolf
Mischievous trickster
Dante stirred from his sleep, feeling better then he did just a while ago. He figured he should administer some more painkillers and change out the Tigers Iv. He stretched out his body and stretched his stomach. "Alright tiger, let see how your doing." He approached the bed and notice the guy was awake. "Well look what we have here. Mister tiger seems to be awake and bot letting his doctor know. Here take these pills there over the counter painkillers." He looked down at the guy not feeling ashamed to be shirtless. @KaalysBRKaalysBR said:Geralt woke up some time later feeling like he had been hit by a truck,but that was still a step up from the pain he had first felt.
Not that he wasn't used to pain by now.
He glanced around the cabin until his eyes were set upon Dante,who looked even more handsome when he was asleep. Geralt was still feeling confused by the idea of a wolf helping him,but he was doing his best to understand.
His will was to get up from that table and run back to his father,claim his old pack. But in the situation he was now,he would probably just kill himself,although that hurt to admit.
Not only that,but he also had a life-debt to Dante,something he was yet to fulfill. And tigers always paid their debts. So instead of running,he stayed on the table,looking at Dante's ceiling.
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