Life isn't always what you think it'd be

Your hands protect the flames from the wild winds around you

He was apologizing and she just chuffed softly, listening as he said he didn’t think he was injured. She would be the judge of that. He spoke, testing his weight on his rear paw as she sniffed for blood but still found no trace. It gave her some comfort. He nuzzled softly at his neck once she had determined for herself that he was not injured. He carried the weight of the world on his shoulder, much like Atlas from myths of old, and she was there to make sure that weight didn’t crush him and wear away at the bits and pieces of him that made him… well… him. He promised to be more careful and she smiled with a soft chuff of amusement. “I know, Love.” She assured him before she let her maw creep up with a smile. “We’ll never have to find out.” She would not lose him.

She followed him curiously, moving to where the ice had broken with a frown, watching as he tried the water. Her frown only intensified when he spat it out. She hummed softly at his words. “It’ll be okay. We’ll eat snow if we have to.” But only if they had to, because she’d done it before and it was not a pleasant experience, at least not to her. “Follow me.” She hummed softly as she started to make her way towards the south. It shouldn’t be too far of a journey, she supposed… she had to hope. “Hopefully we can make it most of the way there by nightfall.”

"Eirnan"