Larksong Grotto She is frequently kind

The wolf continued to watch, taking in the frown and then the slow growth of confidence as the other girl put the pieces together. Then those blue eyes were on her, expectant, and she understood. She gave herself a little more space to make the jump, braced, and aimed for the largest stone she thought she could reach. It didn't go exactly as planned. She cleared the ice, but landed awkwardly between two stones; one foot slid and her leg folded awkwardly, while the others desperately scrabbled for purchase. The wolf kept her footing just barely, and paused for a moment in that uncomfortable position just to regain her bearings.

She picked herself up slowly, and carefully moved further away from the ice to clear the way for her companion. Then she turned, keeping close enough that she could reach out to grab the girl if she slipped. The wolf rather liked her new friend, and did not want to see her splattered across the jagged stone path. Blood and a body would make the way down harder besides, and the wolf was determined to explore the bottom of the grotto this day. So she watched and stayed ready.