Moonsong Glacier freyja's tears

The despair in her voice kept him rooted firmly to the spot, his ears splayed in sympathy and shared grief. He looked sadly upon her frown, feeling determined to smooth the worry wrinkles from her brow. When she came to stand beside him, he leaned into her, pressing their pelts together briefly: scruffy charwood and yellow dandelion fluff.

I am with you.

She went on to speak of a cache, going so far as to admit that she had not eaten much. This was troubling, he thought, but it was also a good sign that she was thinking of it now. Her survival was chipping at the grief, and in this moment she needed companionship to go on. His tail swished, thoughtful. Please, he smiled, motioning for her to lead them. I would like that.

He found it easy to forget his own troubles when concerned about someone else.