Otter Creek Does it hurt to feel so high?

The coywolf's ears pinged in surprise at Reverie's name. "Rev? She's a peach," he replied, though she was also sort of a recluse, lately. Dusty was a little surprised she'd gotten the chance to meet wolves outside their pack.

"Don't worry about it, alright?" he said on the topic of moping. Because Jesus fucken Christ he hoped not, but he also wasn't gonna hold these sort of sorrows against Etienne. He was a healer — he deserves to have someone take care of him every now and again. In fact, "You can come even if you've just got shit you wanna get out of your head. Even if it doesn't change much — it feels better talking about it, right? It still hurts, but maybe it doesn't fester so much."

He smoothed the fur of Etienne's temple with one last, fussy lick. He knew one thing for certain: those paws were gonna hurt in the morning. And as much as Dusty Rose prided himself on being capable and independent and still, y'know, helpful — he didn't know much about healing. Unfortunately, Etienne would have to figure that out for himself.

"Just rest, alright?" said Dusty. While you still can.