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little & last post from me <3

The silver found herself nodding at both the mention of Takiyok and of the moss Valette described. “Da, yes, I... th-thank you.” Both caretakers were right in their own assessments, and as the highland overlord went to gather the bristly, green felt, Aurëwen carefully hobbled the way on down to the brawn bear.

Half of her world had gone red and dark and aching, and she now relied thoroughly on touch and the placement of her pads as she went. Through the argent eye that remained seeing and terror-stricken, Aure saw the shoulder and weight that Evergreen proffered. Oh, h-how considerate of him. Without much ado, the skayona did what she thought best.

So when Valette returned, with her moss, the matriarch would find the little she-wolf perched snugly upon the bear’s back. As if nothing was even amiss, the herbalist warbled to them both, “Thank you, ze... ze both of you,” and un-pillowed her head from Evergreen’s ruff so that Valette could come and stopper the bleeding.