Kisla went to retort the warning Maksim had offered and the agouti male readied himself to hear what she had to say. No words came, however. Only a soft moan passed from her parted mouth instead, her body swaying as she applied weight to the injured paw. The River leader took another daring step forward—he hadn't a clue where her boundaries were, after all—to offer his support once more, but the tawny Tainn swiftly righted herself from her tipping momentum.
He studied her silently for a moment as she spoke, a pause held for a few fleeting seconds as he nodded, his vibrant gaze turning to the mountain that loomed above before shooting back to Kisla. The look he gave the lost Oak Tree Bend wolf was a hooded one, perhaps an easy indicator that something desperate had happened. That is, if she looked to find a meaning behind it. It wasn't something he wanted to open up about any more. Frankly, he'd be happier if only those who fled Darkwater Rapids knew. “Floods,” he offered the answer perhaps a little too quiet to hide the pain in his heart, “the founders disappeared and we had to evacuate. My home lies to the west, now.” His home, his pack, his life. That was where it lay now and whilst he wished the circumstances were different, he was proud of them and of himself.
Her chin dipped down and, though the Baranski was grateful, there was a sense of sorrow that wormed its way into his heart. He remained quiet, offering silent condolences. Maksim turned, slowly, and his reptilian eyes drifted from her to his shoulder and back to her. He would help her as best as he could.
we are shining in the rising sun, as we are floating in the blue