Moonspear And the chickens how they rattle chicken chains

She looked at him with the calm, concerned gaze that immediately made him believe that Kukutux was a mother. That sort of empathy came natural to most wolves who had children, and it made him feel safe and secure. Her presence was immediately calming, and there was a quiet grace about her that reminded him of a feather's softness. Even her voice was fleecy and tender. 

"The?" he questioned, when she mentioned something called a 'forest-father.' At first, he thought she'd said 'forest-fire,' as he'd heard that term before but 'forest-father'...That one was new to him. He tilted his head back a bit when she touched his shoulders, before he sighed softly, and lowered his head to the ground, so she could examine his back, and the dorsal stripe that led down his spine. "Oh, the bear," He said, after she'd explained a bit more. He laughed- but only managed a couple weak chuckles before he winced and told himself not to laugh. "Actually, I'm pretty sure it was a 'she,'" He said, giving Kukutux a weak smile. "Nothin' more dangerous'n an angry Mama Bear," He said softly. 

She'd suggested laying in cool water- and his mind flashed back to the stream he'd seen with Meerkat...Though the current in that one would've been far too fast and dangerous, as it was overflowing from all the excessive precipitation. "I haven't," He admitted. "But innit raining enough to basically....Be the same as laying in water?" He asked, attempting another weak joke.