He saw her as he spoke, huddled in a shivering, scared ball in her den, one that flinched horrible at the sound of his voice. He was still angry with her, but it abated some at the physical evidence of her terror. She told him to leave, but he snorted in exasperation at that. Instead, he picked up the coat with his teeth, shaking out some of the wet from the Cheater fur, before moving forward, leaning over, and placing it over Zee. it wasn’t as thick and large as the Ox coat, so it didn’t drown her entirely, but it suited her beater, and formed nicely around her curved.
With a sigh, he knelt down on the floor beside her, before rolling onto his side so his back was against her. He let his coat push into hers, and found his eyes looking out into the dark sky beyond, feeling a horrible sadness in his gut. Why did their friendship have to break?
The sight of her alone on her dens floor was enough to make him angry, upset, sad and useless, all rolled into one large ball of anxiety. He showed none of that emotion, just let himself be there for her in silence, not forcing her to look at him, and facing away from her to be as less offensive as possible. But, at the end of the day, he had no intention of leaving her to her fear, no matter what terrible words she had thrown at him.
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