Broken Antler Fen All Burned Away

The grey-clad wolf shrunk, curling themselves up on the floor of the earth. Lucy watched with a frown and softly furrowed brows over her cosmic blue gaze. He was a pitiful sight for the inky wisp, but the more that he stammered on about his story, the more she found herself connecting to it. She knew the pain that this man was feeling. Perhaps she did not know it on the same level, but she had been there and she too had lost everything that she held dear to her heart.

The dark girl knew that she could not say anything to console this emotionally battered beast. Instead, she made a motion to nudge gently with her slender muzzle – a motion of comfort. While she was still wary of this stranger, she could not help but to believe that they would not be of much harm to her. The pain that they were feeling was radiating from the argent of their pelt and seemed to linger in the air above their heads. Lucy could not offer words of comfort, but she could offer her small frame as a crutch.