The Floodlands Steady feet, don't fail me now

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Elwood didn't say anything as Wildfire began to cry in earnest, her cold tears dampening his fur. He didn't mind; he was steadfast as she expressed her emotions without speaking. He couldn't imagine how it felt, to know that your family had turned their backs on you. Hopefully Artaax's threats would prove to be empty, but he remembered Betty's commanding presence and unfortunately, he doubted that she would let this go.

When Wildfire withdrew with a sniffle and expressed her gratitude, he was quick to say, "Don't apologize." He smiled, though, and followed her gesture with his eyes; he couldn't quite crane his neck enough to see the "damage" she had done to his scruff, but he could feel the way the hair had stiffened there. He chuckled and took her up on her offer to head back towards the plateau. "Yeah, let's go," he agreed, bumping against her amiably -- and gently, so as not to knock her off balance on the precariously slippery surface as they turned towards home.