Set Fire to the Rain

"All right." Keep her eyes closed? Her eyes may as well already be closed for all she could tell. But he was right, the strain as she subconsciously tried to see might well be a problem. She obediently closed them, leaving her head resting on her paws. She immediately felt that much heavier, as though closing her eyes was the trigger for the drowsiness to descend like a blanket over her. Remembering what he'd said about not falling asleep, she immediately seized on his words to try to keep her attention on being awake.

"I'm glad they're safe," she rasped. "If I'd been smart I would have stayed up north when the storm began. If I'd known it would be this bad down here..." She shrugged, honestly not sure if she could say she'd not have gone anyway. She turned her aching head slightly, just enough to press it against his. Her tongue darted out to trace his cheek, just a little, before she put her head back down. "I... I'm glad you came," she confessed. "If anyone had to rescue me from my own foolishness, I'm glad it was you." In the immediate aftermath of nearly dying, with the dizziness and drowsiness creeping in, it really didn't seem to matter much anymore that he wasn't a pack member. He was a friend... maybe more than that, but certainly a friend, no matter where he called home.

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