Sequoia Coast poptarts are ravioli

He doesn’t say anything else, doesn’t any anymore questions. She doesn’t feel the need to explain, either. There’s no pressure to elaborate on what she said. Either Artaax knows more than he’s letting on or he doesn’t care (maybe he does in his own way) but she can sit easy. Having someone she knows makes it easier to relax long enough to let her ankle rest. She’d have searched for somewhere secure and look out herself, making it more difficult to feel safe. In the heat of the moment, Artaax has often had her back, and today should be any different.
 
Furi offers him a thankful smile and wave of her tail. She leans over and bumps his shoulder before allowing herself to shuffle downward, sitting sternal but close enough that she’s up against his rump. With a shake of her thick mane, rustling up her most recent adventures, and lowers her head to use her tongue against her ankle to try and soothe the tired ache.