Redhawk Caldera sundown over ghost town

Her repeated "of course's" didn't seem to end. She had no qualms with helping, however she could. This girl, this Tiger, deserved to rest at home with those that loved her, deserved to live on in their hearts and memories while she ascended to meet with Tlacol and be at peace. This tragedy would have at least a sliver of a silver lining in that she would not be alone and forgotten. She would be cared for, even now. And to see this wolf doing that, honoring her life by carrying her weight the many miles between here and there... she respected him for that.

He sat and the Amazon moved to do as he had asked her to, being gentle but firm with the body. She worked quietly, methodically, while Seb stayed stone-stilli; guiding a paw leg over on one side, she paused, examining their set up. "Lay down?" A calm, gentle request. When he complied, she leaned over him to grasp Tiger's scruff and slide her forward a bit. Situate her back leg on the other side, pull her forward, adjust. It was slow work but she finished after several long minutes.

"Go ahead and stand. Slow, and all fours at the same time." If he rose just his front first, the pale form would slide right off his back and they'd be where they had started. She watched him rise, stepping back to gauge things. Bright eyes flickered over his face, ears twisting to point in his direction. "How're you doing?" He could answer however he wanted, emotionally, physically. It was a general question for a reason.