It's never the same

Well… he assumed it had been a panic attack. He hadn’t actually witnessed one. Hopefully his assumptions didn’t make it harder for her later. He shook his head to clear it from the jumble of thoughts, and watched her as she walked up the cliff back to his cave. He would be harder on her once she’d healed up. He kept telling himself that, but he believed it a little less each time.

Once she was out of sight, he trotted off to go hunting. Knowing it would take some time, but he wanted to bring back something fresh. He managed to catch a rabbit, and make some dubious charcoal writing sticks, and he grabbed a black bear coat from the stores. It was growing colder as winter got closer. With his haul over his shoulder, he trotted back to his den. He rapped on the door with the back of his paw before trotting in. He dumped the rabbit beside the bed, and the charcoal sticks next to it. He chucked the coat over her little form with a brisk efficiency, as if that could hide the kindness of the gesture. He didn’t make eye contact with her. “You'll heal faster warm. We can put you to work sooner." He said, as if that made sense.


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