Moonspear And his four walls declared him insane.

She at first tensed a moment at his contact, but relaxed quickly. He was merely helping her, and though she hated to admit it she was quite a while away from walking stably on her own. She she accepted his help wordlessly, leaning on him once or twice on the way to her den. He allowed her entry first, and she slipped into the tumble of boulders, leg stretched out rather awkwardly by her side. Harley stood outside, seemingly looking at something, and Althaia squeezed into the side of the den, her pale eyes on him. The clouds would break soon, she thought, eyeing them. It was already misting slightly, a steady drizzle should start soon. She chuffed softly, letting Harley know she was settled.