[shauna knows that feeling, the shape and scent and sound of jackie weeping into her shoulder. that’s always been the safest place for her, ever since they were little, every heartbreak, every wound finding soothing and comfort in the tangle of shauna’s dark hair. there’d only been that one time – that one fight, that last one – where jackie’s tears had been left to freeze on her cheeks, gather in her hair, pool int he hollow of her throat.
never again, shauna had promised herself when they all arrived. no matter what happened – wolves or games or death or hunger, whatever unforeseen, insurmountable obstacles that might come, she wasn’t going to let jackie cry herself to sleep alone, ever again. so, with grave-clumsy hands, she reaches up, strokes her hair, tries to be the sweet, calming, comforting presence she’d once been.
bruce interrupts them, curious and snuffly and uncannily large, wiggling her way in between the two and trying to get into jackie’s bag, though her attention is immediately captured instead by the offered hand. jackie will get a curious snuffling nuzzle, then the full weight of the coyote’s enormous head, in the palm of her hand.
shauna watches, something fond, soft, almost maternal in her eyes.] She likes you. See?
[ shauna's revival and the sweet curiosity of the new presence in their lives have jackie smiling brighter and more sincerely than it feels like she's been capable of in weeks. she strokes the top of her head gently, moving behind her ears as she starts to pant encouragingly, teeth revealed in a big, doggy grin.
she turns to shauna, smiling again, and then shifts her tote bag to the ground to get out the jerky for bruce and the water for shauna. ]
Here. [ she twists the bottle cap off before handing it to shauna, then brings the package to her mouth to bite at the package, tearing it open once enough of an opening is cut free with her teeth. she offers a strip to shauna first, then to bruce. ] I figured it could tide you both over until we're back in the house.
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never again, shauna had promised herself when they all arrived. no matter what happened – wolves or games or death or hunger, whatever unforeseen, insurmountable obstacles that might come, she wasn’t going to let jackie cry herself to sleep alone, ever again. so, with grave-clumsy hands, she reaches up, strokes her hair, tries to be the sweet, calming, comforting presence she’d once been.
bruce interrupts them, curious and snuffly and uncannily large, wiggling her way in between the two and trying to get into jackie’s bag, though her attention is immediately captured instead by the offered hand. jackie will get a curious snuffling nuzzle, then the full weight of the coyote’s enormous head, in the palm of her hand.
shauna watches, something fond, soft, almost maternal in her eyes.] She likes you. See?
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she turns to shauna, smiling again, and then shifts her tote bag to the ground to get out the jerky for bruce and the water for shauna. ]
Here. [ she twists the bottle cap off before handing it to shauna, then brings the package to her mouth to bite at the package, tearing it open once enough of an opening is cut free with her teeth. she offers a strip to shauna first, then to bruce. ] I figured it could tide you both over until we're back in the house.