sifting through ruins

If they were sick, that Spider barging in would only make it worse, not better. Because that would put the Armada Prince at risk with the rest of his family. Strai didn’t want his friend to take those risks, and while he didn’t know what was going down at the Armada, he was a little annoyed at the wolves for sending the message in the first place. Didn’t they realise that Spider was more likely to stay put if they hadn’t known the people they loved were in danger?

The grumpy Viking did his best to hide his annoyance when Spider turned back to them, their voice a rasp. Strai moved forward, grabbing Spider with a paw and pulling them closer. This way, he could comfort them. And hold them if they had any more ideas about racing into danger. “They hurt you, and you hurt them back. They’re the older wolves, the responsible ones. They should have known better.” Strai grumbled. He really really wasn’t good at this whole comforting thing. But he was trying, for Spider’s sake.


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