Blackwater Islands It all falls into the sea.

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She felt him relax against her and his breathing quiet, slowly, into the gentle rhythm of sleep. She'd stay there for a while, a soothing presence, until either the shadows lengthened or another wolf returned.

She'd come back again. She didn't even fully realize it, but it wasn't entirely unselfish. On days when it was too hard to get up, when she'd rather isolate in her den and give in to the ache of her legs, remembering that someone here might be thirsty or scared would push her forward. She needed to be needed as much as he might need to be cared for, and at least for a few days, they could provide this for each other.

As long as she wasn't turned away, that is. She still wasn't sure she was welcome here, poking her nose in the Druids' business with their charges. She would welcome the help if it were her, and that was the assumption she'd take until proven otherwise.