[Ammy licks his neck gently. She gives him a kindly, loving look, and there's a hint of sympathetic sadness. She hates it when her kids hurt like this, the kind of hurts that blaming oneself leaves behind, even if it's not him/her at fault. The wolf can't do anything about it, except to be a pillar of support. Ammy encourages him to say more if he wants to, if there's still more. She won't judge, will never judge.]
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