[se] climbed right back up the cliff

Soleil

I was born a lover
And I will die that way

Soleil frowns when the tracks go down into the hollow of a tilted tree, roots having lifted partially from the soil with the blast and creating a makeshift den. But there is still only one set of pawprints, and it's far too close to the impact zone for it to have been the original den. Bringing Noe to her side, Soleil gets down on her knees and peers into the den, careful to keep a sharp ear and not lean too far in lest she inspire whatever was within to snap at her.

That sharp ear is still at work as Noe continues her questions, and Soleil frowns ever further, considering. "I mean with an entire council of older people to support her, she's less likely to make dumb decisions right?" She can't shrug well on her hands and knees, but the weird motion she makes is clearly an attempt at it. "So long as she has the sense to run things past them first, she's probably safe." Though why they are cool with a teenager running Stormbreak is a question Soleil doesn't have the answer to. "They probably don't want to risk their positions or get in trouble if they tell you," she points out. "Only they would have that info, so Sohalia would know immediately that it was one of them who let it slip." So while she isn't outwardly encouraging it, maybe Noe will get the message that she needs to be sneaky.

A tiny, low growl comes from within the little den at the sound of her voice, and Soleil's attention returns raptly to it. She makes a little rumbling noise in her throat, aiming for the chuff of comfort her mothers used to make for her before Caido and mourning her inability to do more. Whatever is inside goes quiet, and then Soleil grips her head with one hand and falls sideways into the mud as something breaks in and sets her entire head aflame with sensations and instincts that are definitely not hers and which don't feel like they can fit. "Fuck!" Soleil shouts uncharacteristically, eyes shut tight against the pain while within the den something stirs, clearly not nearly as bothered and intent on finding its way to her. When she manages to open one eye, it's to come face-to-snout with a small white wolf cub. "What?" It's a wheeze, and while it's to the world at large, she hopes Noe has an answer for it because she suddenly has the urge to not let the pup out of her sight.

Lavender forever, kiss it till it's better
Honey sticky fingers for life