Bearclaw Valley one voice tells me that they laugh

The wetness of her tears filled the full furs of his chest. He let out a sigh, lowering his head to allow his tongue to roll over the top of her own. She was still such a small, dainty girl, that he couldn't...he could. He could imagine the violence she could enact. But it didn't scare him.

It's alrigh', Annie girl. He pulled her tighter, wrapped his paws firmer to ensure that it was okay. He couldn't smell anything but the rabbit and Nephele's lingering scent on her coat. He wondered just how recent this...accident had happened.

Y'ain't known what to do. Y'er a learnin', growin' girl. It was his best attempt to convince her. He'd already convinced himself— she's innocent.

And if anyone came lookin', he sure as hell preach it 'till his death.