Kuru felt some relief as his friend pressed herself against him. He did his best to curl his body to shelter Ice from some of the cool air.
The gray wolf didn't speak, though he ventured a reassuring lick to the woman's ear. Why hadn't he calmed yet? Frustration welled up to battle Kuru's lingering fear. Ice is FINE! he howled in his mind. So. Calm. Down!
But she will die, his brain-wolf replied. One day nothing will be able to save her. He couldn't deny it. What would he do when Kuru found himself alone once more?
It was going to hurt so bad. This already hurt, and Ice wasn't even in danger anymore. What will it feel like if she does die? Kuru blocked the thought. He had to be strong, no matter what.
He felt his heart finally return to beating normally. The wolf pressed tighter to his friend in a comforting gesture, but he assumed the stoic nonexpression of distance.
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