Friends look out for eachother

A surprised smile bursts across Wylan’s muzzle as Spider draws him into a hug, and he wraps both his wings around the smaller wolf in a big chest-squeezing hug. Holding them tightly for a moment, before relaxing his grip. But his wings still hung tightly around them, just a push away if Spider wanted the comfort.

“Halo’s--” He cut the words off hard and sharp, realising what he had been about to say, his eyes wide with the shock of his thoughtlessness. Halo’s coming back was a cruel, nasty thing to say to a wolf who had just lost their mother. “Uhh… That’s okay, I know you would have.” He said instead, trying to find his balance in the conversation again. “You can have the flowers, and how about you save me a tasty piece of meat in your next hunt?’ He suggested instead, hoping his slip wasn’t about to cost him a friend.

"Wylan Fatalis"