Redtail Rise She can lead you to love, she can take you or leave you

He was warm, and finally it was nice to have something that felt soft and reassuring to lean into. Her little beds of nettles and grass had only made her elbows and knees hurt. She sobbed, burying her face into his fur, until he made a suggestion. She considered it for a moment, still devastated by the way she'd looked in her reflection. Eventually, she composed herself and after rubbing her face on her forelegs to try and make herself look a bit less sorry, she nodded faintly. 

"Hmmmkay," She said. She was still sort of reluctant, and that crying had tired her out. She yawned, and nearly teetered over from her exaggerated gasp. "Thumweaw clothe?" She asked, looking up at him with eyes bleary from tiredness.