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Leta too heard the commotion, and the girl followed meekly after her mother, more than a little nervous for it. But when she saw the source, Leta softened and relaxed. She adored Clay, as much as she adored her other brothers. That he struggled was something that the empath could register but did not really know, not for sure; she was too young to ever really be positive. 

Quietly, she approached Clay (where he could see her, not wanting to sneak up on him). She stopped several feet shy of him, wanting to give him his space; her tail waved feebly behind her in supplication as her ears melted atop her crown. Leta may be larger than him, but she was not dominant in spirit. I'm here for you, she offered softly, gentle as ever. Looking at the tree, Leta feebly swat at it. Did it hurt you? I'll... I'll get it back, if it did! She declared, and though nonviolent in her own nature Leta looked as though she were ready to square up to the tree, if that was the case. 

Leta would lose to even that, though, surely.