Moonsong Glacier you have walked this path since your birth

A forced breath of a wuff, a nod. Fallen Sun smelt uneasiness in Silver Shadow, and that couldn't do. He leaned over and held his head in the fur of his neck, only for a moment. Reassurance, he thought. Prah-hek. he huffed the last syllable, a gritty heck more than "-tect" as the word was supposed to be. I will protect them, he wanted to say.

I'll protect them all.