Permafrost Hollows Fight or flight

The brute noticed that she was looking at his scars but he was fine with it. Scars were only half the story of someone and he knew that so when he saw she had some of her own, more than he did, he wasn’t one to stare at them. His gaze was directed at her eyes and them only the whole time. To Steele the only thing that made someone beautiful was their personality and how they treated a certain situation not their physical appearance.

The pale female started talking again in the language he didn’t know. At first she seemed a bit happy with what she was saying but as she went on Steele could tell by his own experiences that there was something bothering her. His eyes fell and he took a step toward her hoping to be of help to her if not by saying something than being there for her by being a literal shoulder to cry on. 

As she turned her head the brute nudged her a bit to let her know that he was there for her. It hurt him to see others hurt, he wasn’t the typical male that he looked like, his feelings were too important to shove away like most males do. After he nudged her he walked to where he could be in her line of sight again and touched his muzzle to her shoulder, like a hug. He hoped that maybe she would feel a bit better and they could work out some way of communicating.