Blackfeather Woods too short, walking the streets, i'm hating my haircut

Zephyr seemed to try.
Seemed to realise something that was solid and safe was touching him, rather than something ungodly.
He pulled with no resistance.
He didn't realise how small the other was until now. As he could easily drag the body across the ground, he felt a bit unceremonious. Like he should lift him, but that would be worse.

Rowan pulled Zephyr well away from the clearing. Making sure he was safe.
He set them down gently, holding his head close still. He felt bad, but only a little.
"I know," he spoke softly. He might hear them more here.
"They can't hurt you." He laid down before Zephyr, letting his press his nose to his emerging winter coat.

He gently licked the others paws, hoping it was a comforting touch.
Mother used to do it so, why not.
"They'll stop soon."