Moonspear Heyday

akhlut, admittedly, was not jr's first thought.

and she couldn't really disprove seal's worries because she wasn't sure what an orca wolf looked like.

but the protective drive that pushes her to the borders, to train and learn to fight takes hold in a different way in the here now; blossoming warmly in her chest.

-i do not think it is akhlut,- she signs, gaze flickering from seal to the body. -look,- towhee signs, gesturing to the grave with her paw. -it looks like there is another.- which did not absolve her of the guilt she feels.

-take a breath, seal,- she swallows past the unsettled self-horror, pushing the crown of her head against seal's shoulder; meant to be a comforting gesture before she pulls back some. -we cover them with dirt and rocks and offer them a gift as apology.-

a soft crease of her brow is given; contemplative as she studies the grave again. -i'll work on the grave. you can see if you can find something we can give them?- she suggests. providing seal agreed, towhee jr would begin to move the piles of dirt with quick scrapes of her paws.