Porcupine Ridge precious and fragile things

Tonravik watched, and as he struggled, she continued to do so without flinching. His injury was met with the narrowing of her eyes, and yet, he carried on. An admirable trait. His perseverance was something to be respected, and when he rose to the top, Tonravik lingered in her spot for an instant. Perhaps he did not need aid. But perhaps he did.

She moved forward without trepidation. She knew full well she had the upper hand given his circumstance, but Tonravik hardly desired to take advantage of him. Her walk was slow and confident, but not her typical swagger that might make him feel threatened. She did not seek to dominate.

The alpha paused after there was a comfortable distance between them. Her eye did not fall onto his leg; she was not assessing an enemy here, and was already conscious of his current weakness. Her ears shifted in a neutral manner, and she stated the obvious: You are hurt. Ever eloquent, the woman left it at that.