Iktome Plains with nothing to fear out here

He laughed heartily, tail waving high and joyfully.
He loved Tundra's company, and now he was older she seemed more open and easy with him.
Or perhaps it was a change of the scenery.
Without the stress of the crumbling Blackfeather.

Marisol told her story which he'd not dared try to delve into. He didn't want to cause her much strife.
But here was Tundra, asking. Perhaps being older gave you bigger balls.
His heart wrenched and his stomach dropped at the story. How could others be so hateful? Well, he did know but still.
To leave her struggling so? He didn't think the angry woman would even do that.
"I'm sorry this happened to you," he mused, touching his nose to her cheek briefly.
He was very affectionate and felt like touch was the best way for him to convey his emotions.

He smiled at her, knowing that she would get better. And Tundra's offer of help was taken with a smile too. And when Marisol didn't start explaining their meeting, he knew he should take over.
"I found her over there," he flicked his chin to the nearby Plateau.
"She was still pretty beat up and infected, but I think that's reducing now," he smiled softly. He hoped he was right.