Moonstone Quarry ^____________________________^

he came to fleur's side without hesitation, the curl of his neck low as his muzzle met hers, breathing her in, grounding them both. her fire was dim, tired—but still there. he could feel it. his paw brushed lightly against hers, a silent vow, steadying her as she sat.
your voice called louder than any storm, he murmured, lips near her temple. i will always come.
his gaze then drifted to the young woman—white, with the markings of wind and ash. a stranger. she flinched back at his size, and solharr softened in response, tipping his head with the grave courtesy of kings.
thank you for accompanying her, he said simply. you will always be shown kindness
his eyes lingered on her limp, on the discomfort she tried to tuck away behind her quiet retreat.
he turned back to fleur then, his body curving protectively around her seated frame, the rise of her side beneath his paw something holy. he did not speak of her sickness. not now. not before the gods confirmed what stirred beneath her ribs.