It's a long way down

He was surprised at how solid and warm her paw felt as she reached out and caught his before he could lower it. It was a different sensation to the cold, the pain, that he was accustomed to in these nightmares. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. He supposed he couldn’t fault the lull from the running, the fear. He stilled beneath her paw, his eyes on her solo one.

He watched in silence as her brush pushed away the blood from his coat. The wound vanished just as easily. He narrowed his eyes, frowning at Resin. The last time her presence had felt so… there had been during Samhain. He wasn’t sure what he believed in, but it was hard to deny her regardless. He said, a small, wry smile flicked across his muzzle and vanished again.

"Speech"