There was some sort of easiness that settled over Malachi, then, as she caught wind of the other wolf's name. A small smile was offered, one that was almost lost since she was last here, in Savina's direction. Muscles in her tense body visibly relaxed, finding the name to be quite beautiful despite the ugly scar received from the black wolf on the very same beach. It had healed over, for the most part, and fur covered most of the ugly marking, but the dull pain that Mala felt in that place before coming here was now-
Dead.
As Savina's next words came, almost in an echo from another world, a crashing wave of horror swept over the giant beast. The news was delivered with violent sounds of the ocean, which seemed calm not moments ago. A coldness overcame Malachi, then, repeating the same word back to Savina as if not wanting to believe it. "D-dead?" The shaggy female couldn't feel as her face changed, then, which dropped as if a heavy weight hit her. Though her muzzle was left open, only small sounds came out, choked and unable to be formed. How... how?
Little did Malachi know that she voiced the word in a very concerned and hushed voice, that she wasn't sure if the black female could hear her. When, really, she wanted to vociferate just how she felt. Denali was her friend, her first young friend since her banishment, and memories of him swam through her eyes. Tears pooled in her honey eyes, then, turning to face the sky as the sunlight caught the flash of green in her eyes. She could not feel the warmth, however, in its rays.
With a burst of wind, it was as if she felt Denali's presence there, which lifted the large female onto her four feet. And, without even thinking about what she was about to do, she stepped closer towards the Consul, bringing her large front paw under Savina and scooping her upwards towards her own chest. It was an awkward hug, of sorts, but at that moment Malachi couldn't think - couldn't even find the words - but at that moment the grizzled female felt the gesture was needed between the two. And there, she held the black female, small sounds of distress beginning to bubble in her beat-up chest.
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