Firefly Ravine What the frickity frack

Relief washed over Zephyr as the girls appeared, but at once he knew something was wrong. Lyric was struggling to carry a hysterical Rain, and they both pressed close. He couldn't be sure if something else had spooked the girl, but there was no time to ask. The pale ginger female was trying to calm her daughter, but it didn't seem to be working. She asked for his help, and he lowered the flowers to her. Fear threatened him, but the ebony wolf couldn't lose his cool now. He nuzzled her cheek softly, dropping the blue plants at her paws.
         "Rain sweetie, I want you to take care of these flowers, okay? They're for you and your mama, but I have to carry you. Dont worry, I'll take care of you two."
He waited a second to make sure she was okay with this before grasping her scruff. Lyric was taking matters into her own paws, thankfully, and was soon urging him to go. He lifted Rain easily, for now, but knew even he couldn't support the wolfdog long. He tried his best to keep her above his legs as to not bump her every step, but it got harder each pace. She would have to deal with it, he thought, the mere touch being a lot better than trying to have her run with them in her state. The long, winding slash across his muzzle was starting to bleed a little bit. Obviously it was one he'd picked up on his last journey away from him, or maybe one or two before. Though mostly healed, it had obviously been pretty bad at first. A couple of the bugs were clinging to Zephyr, trying to find something on him they could eat. Oh please dont find the flowers!