Bearclaw Valley when i was young, i needed it

last here, too. and dittoing above ! pp xan however, as needed

As Poet arrived, Xan pushed himself back up to his feet, giving her the space that he was sure she needed to work. His ears perked with interest as Indra described her attacker, then fell back as he imagined him. I’ll find him, he wanted to tell her, I’ll kill him—but he kept silent, jaw clenching. She hadn’t deserved this.

“I can help move her if you need it,” he offered a moment later, looking between Poet and Laurel. Otherwise, he kept quiet and out of the way, observing until he was needed—and if he wasn’t, he’d eventually leave to the entrance to stand guard and watch for any black and white wolves.