Stone Circle angel by the wings

dead. Steady was dead. her dad was dead. 
the many scars that littered her face had healed, the majority of which would vanish into thin lines beneath her fur. but hardly had she healed physically and mentally from her attack that she was dealt another blow, once that threatened that comfort she had gathered around herself. when her name echoed out into the stillness filled only with her raging thoughts, she twisted violently and set her wild gaze on- 
on Sunny. 

the wildness fell from her gaze, replaced by a familiarity tinged with confusion. why was he here? he had left, with the girl Dawn and his father. and she shrunk back, shoulders hunched as she expected the same fear she had seen in the gaze of Rannoch and of Nikai, Rose and others. but it never came, and this added to the confusion reflected in her gaze. she could not put words to sound, not anymore, and none were forthcoming. 

his youthful words of comfort had little effect, rather, the mere fact that Sunny had somehow suddenly appeared here had her pulled out of her anguish enough to study him as he studied her. her flanks heaved labourously still, but gradually, as she watched him, they stilled and slowed, and the frantic beating of her heart too slowed.