Redhawk Caldera So you can say letting go is easy

The girl's reaction wasn't verbal, but that didn't make it any less difficult to watch. Finley bowed her head, averting her gaze almost awkwardly. She didn't know the girl very well and though they apparently shared great fondness for the fallen leaders, it still felt odd to witness the other in her grief. Her gaze shifted across the snowy plains as she waited to hear the sobbing, the questions, or even the stammering disbelief. But none of it came. Instead, Finley turned back as she felt a touch to her chin and a body press close.

The awkwardness melted then and Finley reached to touch her muzzle to the soft fur just in front of the girl's ear. Maybe that shared love of their friends actually was enough.

"I still think we ought to get you fed," Fin said then, "And it's not all bad news. Fox gave birth before she died. We have six new puppies to fuss over."