Dragoncrest Cliffs Mourning light

Thuringwethil stumbles forward a step but there’s a force that glues her in place once more. She tries to move so that she may comfort the girl but her legs stiffen instead. Their eyes meet and she frowns when the explanation takes too long to come out. There isn’t much of one but she does add something else: where she gone and what she found out. The anger and worry she felt over the last few days recedes back while guilt and sorrow creep in, threatening battle with one another.

After she’s able to close the distance, lowering her head and nudging the girl’s cheek, Thuringwethil gives her space. Her jaws open to say something but click shut a beat later. There isn’t a word in her reserve she can say that will make her mate feel any better. She grew up with mentors instead of parents but the bond does not compare. “Get up,” she softly urges nudging against her neck with a little force. Her nose buries into her fur and she inhales, reassuring her mind that she hadn’t forgotten the familiarity. “Come on.”