[Seasonal Event] Many Paws Make Light Work

Isuma escapes her searching grasp, freeing herself from the long barbed tongue and bounding to her companion's side. Amalia watches with a surprised wuff, her dark eyes wide as she watches the child retreat to Jigano. She wants to bound after her, sweep them both up in her embrace, coddle and laugh and rehash the adventure. Amalia readies herself to rise hen something catches her eye, and she finds herself suddenly lonely, empty and cold. Jigano is bleeding, wounded, injured, red blood harshly staining his white coat. How? When did that happen? Why hadn't she seen? Was it the wolverine she provoked? The flower she could not conquer? Which of her mistakes have the fox again to peril, left him broken and wounded and raw? What good is the brute-like strength of the leopard, if she still cannot protect her friends? From outside of their happy glow, Amalia watches the pair caress and reassure, something shuttered in her feline face. Her right forepaw is injured, the circle of teeth marks not unlike the one he once gave her on her left, but the girl shakes it off. Rising back onto her feet the girl sets to work, pushing the last of the glowstones back in place. I'm fine, comes the silent reply, concern and anxiety clear in her thoughts. He seems quiet, distant... angry? She deserves it, if he is. What about you? a m a l i a You were young and you'd stare With a reverence unimpaired Searching in your dark eyes to find the stars already there