Lion Head Mesa Rules were meant to be pushed and pulled

and he was kind.
relmyna was ashamed at once for the tears that threatened to abruptly sting her eyes, and then decided it did not matter. he would not see her after this. and so she did not hold them back, but kept her thin muzzle pointed toward the ground, sparing him the full grimace of her grieving face. 
in truth, she knew not why she felt in such a way — the ragged wolfess was silent in her agony, and perhaps in time he would grow too fraught with discomfort not to leave her, a monstrosity newly weeping saltwater.