With the Tempo now

Obi heard the chaotic, uneven footsteps the led to Tempo's collapse although he did not know yet that it was the boy he was looking for. The soft voice carried only barely, muddied and harsh on the young one's throat. Obi shuffled over quickly to find the small wolf splayed out on the ground. Obi approached him and cradled Tempo's heavy head between his hands, "There, there," he comforted quietly, lifting one hand to stroke Tempo's crown softly. "You have done well to come back all this way." His palm supported the pale wolf's snout while his fingers ran through the soft fur at the base of his throat. He aimed to soothe the young boy with gentle pets and scratches. "Rest for a moment," he said, peering into Tempo's eyes. "You are not injured, are you?"