Ocean's Breath Plateau Where do we come from, where do we go

He watched her dive into the waters and he saw the shift in her. He was always able to see it, to tell when she was about to become a ball of anxious energy. Curling back around to where they slept, he retrieved the fox pelt lent to them by the red healer, draping it over his sister who had plastered herself to his side. He clucked softly, but braced himself against her in an attempt to settle her tremors. 

He knew it was not the cold that made her shiver. She had always been like this, and probably will always be, but she had improved since leaving the Gilded Sea. Their mishap on the cliffs may have derailed her by the strength of them. A sigh escaped him, then. Not out of annoyance, but merely a small breath of sadness that his sister must endure this.

“Let’s dry you off, get you back into the bedding, and get some food into you. Reina left some fish broth and a pretty hefty piece of deer meat for us to share. I’ll call for her to come join us and we’ll dig in.” He sent out a howl for her, short and quick as to not bother others around them.