Duskfire Glacier But she'll bring out the best and the worst you can be

She would let him lean on her, if he needed to. She gave him gentle support, as she combed through some of the tangles of his always so messy fur with her teeth. With care, she picked free a few sticks and brambles, and tried to smoothe his fur once she had each small patch clean, though it insisted that it curl slightly. She liked that. 

"Methed up?" She repeated, flicking one ear back. "Quennell, you didn't meth up. It'th a bear; they'uh wild animalth. Thith? Thith ith not your fault, ok?"