He had found her, in the distance she was but a crumpled heap upon the ground. But it was as soon as he called for her, she would rise and within moments she was buried into his fur. He would halt, chest heaving as Angel buried herself within his fur. He would lower his head, bringing his muzzle to rest upon the back of her neck as he comforted the young girl. He had heard about her panic attacks, had even witnessed it as she fled from the battlefield. Remembered Jinxx mentioning his sisters distraught mentality. Perhaps it was because of their past, just like Sephiroth. He suffered post traumatic stress disorder, though he had managed to maintain control throughout the years. Still, there had not been anything too bad to set it off.
He gently brushed the top of her head with gentle licks, anything to try and calm the girl. She seemed relieved to see him, as if she had been waiting for him to appear. He was no Angel, he was no savior. He did what he could for the sake of others, and in her time of need he would be there as well. "Do not worry Angel. I am here now." He would coo to her, his words softer then was normal for him. He simply wanted to ease her worried heart, perhaps protect her if she allowed him.
