right on the border, walking the line

Gentle with her, watching as she wipes at some of the tears, the oil slicks spreading on her dark fur. The worry spreads over her features, the frown to follow. Right, trespassing is bad, but was it the worst when she had a good reason? Had anyone else heard her? Did anyone else know this had even happened? Looking over his shoulder, Dom didn't see anyone. Not in any direction, and he'd come down alone. Both the size and the fact she was trying to reason with them fell into place too. Understanding, as he puts the pieces together.

"I won't tell anyone." The words were quiet, spoken in earnest. Gentle as he reaches to wipe at her cheek, if she'll let him. "They must be strong, to run a long way like that." It's a compliment without actually making it one, offering a little smile. "I'm Dom, what's your name?" A little glimmer in his silver gaze, curious. Open. Maybe a little wild, but that's okay too.