Need You To Hold Me

He had been hunting, a pair of rabbits dangling from his jaws; the fruits of his and Cinder’s labors, and now he and the cat were headed toward the den. Hopefully, these would stay down in his mother and Kieryn’s bellies. But that thought blew out of his mind when he heard the low, mournful call from the Moor. Solveiga? He dropped the rabbits, barking for Kavdaya to take them before he whirled on his haunches and took off, Cinder choosing to stay behind to guide the healer to the kills.

He didn’t know what was up; only knew that his friend was hurting, if it was anything to go by in her voice, so he didn’t check his speed as he spirited across the plains, fur billowing, head and tail streamlined. He still took several minutes to reach the borders, and he tore through the heather, for once not bothering to try moving in his usual near silent pace.

The weather was turning, the sky dimming as thunder echoed in the distance. But he finally found her, skidding to a halt and looking around her, hackles bristled and jowls half lifting to threaten a growl and whatever had hurt Solveiga. But it was just her there, and she looked as though someone had cracked her in two. He didn’t need to think to know what to do next, and he was wrapped around the little healer in an instant, offering what comfort he could, though he still didn’t know what was wrong. Something horrible, though…
“Sol, what happened? What’s wrong?” His voice pleaded in a low tone for an answer as he sought her face with fathomless sapphires, brow points furrowed, ears fallen back against his head.