The Sunspire Had to have high, high hopes for a living

The longer Wisp's panic attack went on, the faster her ears flapped, until finally she started to calm down and they abruptly stopped. It coincided perfectly with the moment that Remi's whiskers brushed against hers, sending an electric thrill through her nose. What might have been ticklish and uncomfortable for another pup was comforting for Wisp, and she blinked her blurry eyes up at Remi's silver nose, vaguely pensive in her expression.

The pressure on her chest was comforting, too, in a stabilizing way that allowed her breathing to come back to normal. Once she was settled a little more she chanced a glance to the left, her eyes sliding slowly to the out-of-focus wall of the den. It was dark with only the faintest suggestions of light, but the change unsettled her enough that a quiet whine whistled from her nose. A question, of sorts, for Remi.