Neverwinter Forest we will run backwards

With Zephyr, he stands—an automatic response to catch the fall as the silver coywolf starts to crumble awkwardly back down, and Kratos shifts forward, placing his leg and chest to cushion the blow. It may do little, or perhaps the awkward position harms more than helps—but each action done so on instinct alone and the desire to protect.
Don’t stand. You fool is implied by the tone, yet Zephyr’s is his to dote over—to care for, and he wouldn’t trade it for anything. He adjusts himself until he is able to guide Zephyr to lay on his not-fucked up side. This time, he curls around the silver coywolf’s back, pressing his chin heavily into his shoulder and one leg over top of Zephyr’s hip.