Bonesplinter Ravine Nod my head, don’t close my eyes

She goes in without a fight and he feels bad. He can’t help but feel bad. So he’d stay there and suffer with her. If he were able to get out easily he’d go down into the pit himself. Maybe try and cuddle a little bit. Even though he’d get nothing but snarling teeth. 

Still as he watches her move into a lonely corner he sighs. Moving to a grassy edge of the pit and flop down lazily. The tips of his paws hang just the slightest bit off into the air and he rests a furry chin on them. His usually harsh golden orbs are soft right now and they don’t leave Simmik for a good while before he finally looks away and falls into a fitful sleep.