Silvertip Mountain Don't do anything stupid until I can do it with you

At first when Valette declined his help, Ezekiel was worried she would be mad at him for offering. She'd stressed that she was independent, but helping just came naturally to him. But when she smiled, he knew it was fine. He smiled back, and began to walk, staying close just in case her paw buckled and she needed help. They walked in silence, enjoying the day, the birds and the sun, the small breeze that managed to penetrate his thick coat. At least he was enjoying it. Valette might have been in more pain than he thought, but she hid it well.

When they reached the stream, the dark furred girl rushed to it, plunging her paw into the surf. He hung back, allowing her as much time as she needed. When she laid down, he moved to the stream side, lapping at the clear cold water before sitting beside her. He stared out over the stream, watching the water trickle over stones, and leaves float delicately over those rocks. It all flowed so perfectly, it was amazing to think about. He didn't speak, but looked thoughtfully at the landscape. Admiring it.