Sleeping Dragon friday night lights

When he surges forward, her fingers grip into his fur without a second thought. There isn't much weight to her to pull him down but she cringes when she realizes what she's done, freezing mid-fall to slowly push herself back up and away from him just in case. Her eyes, filled with tears, look up at him as he offers to help. She can't recall him speaking at all last time but she doesn't dwell on it for long, nodding her head a few times frantically.

Twix doesn't know the little differences between them, assuming his eyesight is no different than her own at night, so she spins around and shuffles back the way she'd came.

"I saw him last... I don't know. Near a lake but it was far from here," she muses though she's gone over this a hundred times, at least, but wolves had a good sense of smell, right? Surely he remembers what her brother smells like, since he's smushed him, and she hesitates a step forward. What if that's what he wanted this whole time? He peers back at him over her shoulder, then attempts to brush the paranoia from her mind. If she can find Mars, she can keep him safe, and between the two of them she's sure she can ward off any other danger.