Moonspear Caught in all, the stars are hiding

Maia leaned into Charon which made it all the easier being the stalwart guardian. The thought of Osprey and whatever of her family was there too to have died was unbearable, but it must be even more so to Maia. Charon had grown up with loss and he was used to it. The news hit him harder than he had expected. All he could do was be there for his friend, now. She seemed to take his words to heart as she cried and cried, and he gently nuzzled the fur along her neck as he leaned against her protectively. Perhaps there was nothing he could really do, but he hoped that this helped in some way.

And when she was ready, when the last tears had been shed, he would be there to look up to, to see that there was still a world out there and that you could put the pain aside. She apologised but he shook his head in silence, falling back to his earlier words. It was okay. She didn't have to hide or feel stupid about it. He wasn't sure why or what it was, but there was a protective feeling he had about her: Something that urged him to look after her and care for her. Something that would make it painful not to look after her, if he had chosen that path.

He grimaced when Maia said they were supposed to do stories. It didn't matter. This was more important. It doesn't matter what we were supposed to do. This is more important. Charon was honestly not really sure what he should say. He didn't want to dwell on the pain of losing Osprey though he would listen if Maia wanted to share more. Don't ever hesitate to come find me when you're in pain. I'll be there. The thought of her far away in, of all wolves, Dhole's pack was difficult, especially if she felt this way, but he hoped she would take the invitation to heart.