[BEAR.]

Little by little was definitely the best way to describe Falcondive calming down.

He was tired, mentally pushed beyond his capacity and now he just wanted to curl up and sleep. He was.. better now? Calmer, for sure. He could breath better and he felt less like he was suffocating.

Perhaps the strangest thing about this was the physical comfort of it all. Falcondive was.. not used to it at all. The closest thing he had to this was when his father would hit him and when Hailstorm embraced him several days prior. It was.. almost foreign, but not unwelcome..

Settling down with the panic subsiding-- though he was very aware of the dangers outside the camp.. he kept his muzzle near his paws as he spoke. "I am.. fine. Thank you both." Was he fine? About as well as he was going to be. A few moments of compassion would not heal moons of pain.

His approach to this was a little awkward, or at least it felt so-- he was not used to kindness from a near stranger and his probable stalker.

[ @Beau, @cloudii ]