Khloros kept alongside Louie, moving slowly and supporting him gently. He was a little surprised at the fox's snappish reply, but he chalked it up to pain and weariness, which Louie certainly had right now and in spades.
Silently sympathetic, the foal just carried along, one step at a time, close enough to ensure that Louie would not fall.
No, he didn't have any idea what he was getting into. If someone had flown down right then and there, had shown him the truth within Louie's heart--had shown him that Louie's intent hadn't been to
save the young, trapped gembounds of Polaris but to slaughter them... If someone had shown him that the fox's desires were for power and ferocity, and not for helping others in the slightest, as Khloros believed... Well.
Another Gembound might well attack Louie. Try to kill him. Khloros? He was young, yet. Maybe in time--maybe even soon. But for now, even if he had known the truth, he would only have been hurt, and retreated to lick these emotional wounds.
But the fox was a cunning liar, and a clever manipulator, and Khloros never suspected a thing. Hell, maybe Louie's anger stemmed not from his power-hunger, but from guilt, from a hidden innate goodness buried deep down.
All Khloros knew was that Louie was a friend, and that he needed him. In time, the foal would return to look for Booker--but for now, he watched the fox's every step, leaning down to help where needed, keeping his pace in time with Louie's faltering steps.
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