Big Salmon Lake wake up, sleepyhead, it's happening without you

He feels a hint of relief when Firestorm's posture loosens, relaxing slightly himself. His tail falls away from his back-end slowly, resting against the ground as he lets out his own sigh. I won't do it again, He promises softly. He's too caught up in the fear of yet another loss to remember his pride, though he surely will later. For now, he's just grateful Firestorm hasn't shown him teeth.