Broken Boulder Crucible of Broken Blouder

It felt strange to see the wolf freeze so suddenly, just as if she took his life and replaced him with a statue. The only thing that moved were his ears, flat, only giving away her assumption that he was a live statue. The ivoria was just happy he didn't chase her around, like so many others.

He had turned to face her, and her ceruleans gazed into emeralds, fresh and wonderful. She was taken aback by the really pretty orbs, but her awe was short lived as she watched the man near kill himself. Upon turning, a twig attempted to assasssinate him, thrusting leaves into an open mouth. Minty gems widened, the wolfess stuck between wanting to immediately help him and trying to figure out how to do it. Would she only get in the way? What if she only assisted in killing him? What if he took it that way, lived and wanted to kill her? Her pale ears flicked back, her being too docile to want any part in a murder, and fleeing almost happened.

However, the show was over as one felt textured hind reached backwards. It was evident the effort he put to respond to her, as he literally swallowed a leaf to address her. She blinked, straightening, and feeling a bit special at the work. It was almost a compliment, though he near asphixiated himself to give it to her. A gentle wave of a soft plume she gave him, ears righting themselves and she smiled at him.

After what she had gotten from him, another cry caused her to break eye contact with the gentleman before her, fair gaze turning concerned as she looked over his broad shoulder. The stare shifted back to him, his words capturing her attention.

"I've noticed. I'll help you, friend."

Her dulcets skittered benevolently past as she made a move to accompany and assist him. She had heard the pained sounds of a pup, and it of course wrenched her tender heart to hear such noises. She just had to do something! She followed the russet without question.