my lungs will fill and then deflate

Walk | "Talk" | think

It was so wrong for anyone to seem so scared, it upset Rudy’s stomach and had him want to call for his mom’s as if there was something dangerous to protect them from.  The scenery was perfect, the air fresh and he could hear all the sounds of him that quelled the odd sensation.  Her fear was infectious and he was hurting for her.  Rudy lay down slowly, head resting in between his paws.  It was small as the pup could get himself to try and assist in looking harmless.  His tail was wagging in furious hope for her approval of this.  

“Hey,” He waited a second to make sure he could get her attention, “I’m Rudy.  Not sure if you heard before.  Rudyard actually, but mostly called Rudy.” The words were kept cheery but withholding the normal excitement he might put in them.  

“I don’t understand you very well,” Rudy admitted, “but I get your scared.” His words offered so humbly, and rather atypical of him. “I guess you don’t want to talk much.  I like talking.  Would you like me to talk for a bit to get your mind off whatever is scaring you?  I’d like to help.  Your Part of the Hallows, so it’s my respon-“ he scrunched up his forehead at the bigger word, “my job to help you feel ok.”  It was another one of those things he had just decided but once he came up with a decision he was quite focused in making it happen.