#moraish

Francis groaned as he let up the window cover of his truck. Steam burst from the opening and the tall man breathed in the frosty, autumn air. Enjoying the sudden chill, he rested his bare elbows on the narrow metal counter. After baking for hours in the contained heat of the truck, it was a relief to be done. He flipped a little switch to his right and neon letters sprung to life reading: ‘OPEN’. Who wouldn’t enjoy a slice of freshly baked pie for breakfast? He definitely was as he sat waiting for the first customer of the day

Mora not coming back home for the night raised some red flags.

Things hadn’t been that good between the two, that was for sure. Their relationship was crumbling down fast actually and it was as if both of them had taken a step back and just watched it happen. Mora had tried to keep them together, so hard, but none of that had reached the wolf, in fact if something, Fenrir had pulled away even further despite all his promises to try and change, to try and work everything out.

Mora not coming back home scared Fenrir, anything could’ve happened but he wanted to believe she was with Eriu or Farris or just somewhere safe. He’d go looking if she stayed away for few more nights...

Thankfully the girl did come back, but not in the mood Fenrir had hoped. Mora seemed tense, sad, worried-- and as horrible as it was, Fenrir was used to seeing her like that by now but, this seemed worse.