Rest now, young wolf.
What you’ve just experienced is enough to take down an old veteran, yet here you stand, wounded but still willing to fight despite the issues crippling you from the inside out.
Rest now, Wolf of the Floral Crown.
While Despair will fill your thoughts and den with imaginary monsters and threats that seem all too real, know that I also dwell in the Dark, so the dark of your Den will not be dangerous as your mind fears.
For every dark facsimile of ill intention that tears into you with its false claws, I will be there to take the blow, to shield you from the things I long to into ash.
For every would-be monster that seeks to plant despair and hopelessness within you, I will be there to strike them down with my fiery shadowed claws, and to rip out their illusive throats with teeth backed by my own profane and infernal wrath and fury.
Take solace and rest within the dark, young Wolf, for I dwell in the Dark, and while I dwell in it, the Dark shall protect you and help you to heal.
When you have rested, call upon the ashes my battles leave behind, to fan the embers that will bring light and warmth to your Den and heart.
While I cannot provide what you may need, I will not be far from your Den.
What I cannot offer, the Fox of Flame will give in my stead. She will comfort you, nurture you, and help you heal.
She can offer you the love and warmth you need to help with your healing, while I stand vigilant against Despair.
So rest and lick your wounds, Floral Wolf of my Pack, spiritual wolf-sister of mine blood.
Despair is greedy, which means it is more than willing to lie to you if it means it could claim you, whereas The Fiery Fox and I, the Demon Wolf of the Dark, see you as something bright to be shared with all.
The light that shines from you and your works is beautiful and glorious, and we refuse to let Despair snuff out such a resplendent star.
Rest, for when you are ready, we will hunt Despair, and make it fear our claws, our teeth, and finally, Despair will fear our names.