Bramblepoint But I miss you in the mornings when I see the sun.

She complied, and he carried on demonstrating a rhythm of deep breaths that the stranger could follow. Viinturuth watched as she regained control, burgundy eyes fixed to the tremor of her flanks as the panic subsided. He hung back, patient and concerned, rooted by curiosity.

What had startled her? They were not far from where Akavir had asked him to scout, and he wondered if this she-wolf belonged to that pack, though now was not the time for interrogation. Pale ears pricked as the stranger shifted her weight and turned to look upon him.

He met her with kindness, offering a single sweep of his tail at her whispered gratitude. Viinturuth could see the dampness surround her eyes, though he did not stare. Are you alright?