Eris passed him and vanished into their room, and for a few long moments he lingered outside. Behind him Axi continued to shift uneasily; she reminded him of a horse in this manner. Larkspur only had to look at her to send her back into her own corner of the cave, and the children were sleeping soundly. Tonight he hoped they would do so, oblivious to their sister’s predicament. Finally, he heard the few sounds that came from within his own room and knew that he was needed.
Larkspur made his way inside, his large paws clumsy and noisy against the stone floor. He did not know what much he could do for the grieving woman, but knew that she was hurting. It had been much the same for him as a boy, broken and beaten by those he had loved. This wound was internal; this wound went far deeper. Slowly he approached, and slowly he lowered his still lupus form to wrap around her as best he could. His muzzle nudged its way against her face but he said nothing. He was not articulate enough to form the right words.
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