fire meet gasoline

Meeee tooooo! Too cute <3

As Maera burrowed close Danica felt her chest tighten, and she looked down, feeling the damp of the small face pressed against her fur. Damn. She was definitely done for. If this was how Danica's father had felt then she didn't understand how her parents had done as they had. In that instant Danica would have torn apart anyone who tried anything with Mae while she was around.

Looking about, she lowered her muzzle and began slowly grooming the little one's pelt, not saying a word as she let loose her sorrows. Silent support and comfort of presence was what she sensed was needed here, a good thing since that was the form of assistance that Danica excelled most at. Talking and exercising tact, not so much. Luckily it was hard to offend the young for they rarely acted so foolishly as adults.