Firefly Glen a minty fresh death breath

Lane nodded in understanding, expression darkening. For Toad Amelia's sake, she hoped that her friend's passing had been one of the "quiet" ones... but still, that was a shitty thing to have to hope to begin with. 

Antares moved on to mention the victim of yet another animal attack. Did it ever let up here? Lane nodded again. Cougar mauling victims were fairly easy to spot, and she would keep an eye out for any new faces bearing the telltale signs. She might have asked Antares for the man's name, but honestly it would have just gone in one ear and out the other. 

Antares urged her to take care of herself too, and Lane glanced down at her injured paw. "I will," she promised (spoiler alert, she wouldn't). Antares's words trailed off, and Lane got the feeling that he was pretty overwhelmed. She nudged the guardian in what she hoped was a comforting way; the touchy-feeling part of caregiving had never been her forte. 

"C'mon," she prompted, "Let's get somewhere safe."  Wherever "somewhere safe" was, Antares would have to lead. 

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