Stone Circle Sweet Sunrise

Gunnar didn't need words to heal. They filled the spaced, helped to make her walk towards an answer, but the simple fact was. She just needed someone to care, someone to make sure she could speak her truths and not bury them over and over again.

He cradled her head between his paws. A sad expression on his face. I'm sorry darling. So sorry.

A soft croon left his chest as he hummed a soft noise, the vibrations he hoped calming as he petted her shoulders and back, trying to make sure she knew she was safe here, her words were safe. It was okay. And that he was so sorry she lost her sibling in a way that she hadn't expected and no one helped to pick up the pieces.