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the pain of loss was universally understood. blondine didn't feel the need to press any further, finding dawn's admission to be enough on its own. she used her paw to get at the wounds, itching some of the paws against her own know-better. 

the socket would be the last thing that needed cleaning. she turned her head downward to part her lids, not wanting to offend dawn with the emptiness they hid. blondine dipped back down and used a claw to really dig in. that should be good, she replied while trying to remove the dirty snow can you help me back to my den?