Cerulean Cape where the moon is made of gold

Some time passed before he felt the need to rise, and even then Screech was resistant to the idea of pulling away from the warmth and security that Coelacanth offered him. But the party continued, the voices rising with all kinds of tales that he could only sort-of hear; and Screech felt a strong sense of guilt too, for distracting the petite wolf from her family. She should be with them, not here with him in an awkward little embrace.

Screech sniffled as he withdrew, unlocking the scissored positioning of his forelimbs from her own and then, rubbing his nose and his glassy golden eye on his wrist, he murmured a quiet suggestion to her - You should be there, with them, not that he didn't appreciate the support she offered him. He was a stranger though. A fool, haunted by too many ghosts already. I'm okay. I.. I promise, but he didn't look it. Even as he tried to smile down at her, going so far as to boop his nose against her cheek - really, everything is okay now.