Redhawk Caldera so please don't get me rescued.

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For a few long moments, neither wolf moved or spoke. Their thoughts swirled in turmoil, consuming each of them with silence -- horrible, wretched, painful silence. The physical space between them suddenly felt like miles, and Elwood felt himself moving back towards Finley, wrapping himself around her smaller body, cradling her, pressing his muzzle into the curve of her neck. It was as though he was watching himself from afar, however -- an out of body experience, of sorts, as though he was looking down on the situation from above. How had this happened to them? It just didn't seem possible.

There was nothing to be said. Elwood's words failed him, and even if he had been able to speak, he wasn't sure anything would be adequate to describe the way that he felt. His heart ached for Finley; as much as this killed him, he knew that her damage would be tenfold. It felt odd to mourn something that neither of them had actually admitted that they wanted, but in the heavy stillness all of their wishes hung by a trembling, quivering thread.