growing pains
05-14-2019, 05:37 PM
Lament Pyre He finished his howl and turned back to her, finding his sister curled into a tight ball, looking helpless and miserable. He moved back to her, and wrapped himself about her body. He held her tight, breathing soft, shallow little breaths. His paw tapped out before her, gentle smile, comfort, compassion as he held her tight. He was letting her know he was there for her, even if she had rebuked him for calling out for help. She might not want to trouble anyone else, and keep this between them, but her fear had sounded real. He wanted to know she was okay, wanted to ensure someone who might know what was wrong with her, could look her over. Instead of saying any such thing, he held her tightly, and offered what comfort he could. “You’ve probably caught sick, with the changing season. Perhaps we are accustomed to a different climate” he offered her gently. He wasn’t sure if he believed it, but it might calm some of her fears until Rhythm made her way to them. |
