Redhawk Caldera I'll let the waters still

He got it right on the second try, though that didn't do much to allay her worries.  Especially when just after he thrashed randomly, the movement obviously causing enough pain to elicit a yelp out of him.  Don't move, idiot.  She said, resting a paw on his side, then sliding down so that she could lie next to him and hopefully discourage any more of that.

We ran the cougar off.  I dunno though, I might have an idea of how to take care of it.  Least, something I want to try.  I met a girl a while back who gave me the idea.  She said, mainly to herself.  Then she fell silent for a moment, resting her chin on her paws.  Y'know, every time we hang out, it feels like you end up fucked up some way.  I'm starting to wonder if maybe I'm bad luck.

It was more of a joke than a confession, but it wasn't something she'd likely have said if she'd thought he was actually listening.  The silence in the den felt weirdly oppressive; filling it helped.