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Sheauga peered into the den, eyes wide with concern and pain for the other. "Vaskebjørn" the sound of her voice did not come from within though, Sheauga turned pivoting on tingling toes to find the source of the pained voice. And when she lay her eyes upon her, her heart fell into her stomach. The woman who once held herself with so much pride, resolve and strength was just a shell now. Defeated and depressed.

❝ Oh.. ❞ she moved without thinking, closed the space without thinking. An instinctive yearning to provide her with comfort, her ivory chest moved to push into Wardruna's, scooping her muzzle underneath the other girls chin without...thinking.

Her body went stiff when she realized she'd crossed a likely boundary.

She withdrew then, ears pivoting back and purple eyes casting to her feet, ❝ I-I'm sorry I - ❞ she stammered, heat flushing to her cheeks. ❝ ...I've been so worried about you ❞ words fell as a hushed whisper, barely audible above the mountain winds. Trying to swallow down the knot in her throat.


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