Jayr clung to Adonis as he wrapped around him. His anger had faded, towards Adonis at least, but he remained a shell of heartache and tears. He curled up, nuzzled his face into the fur and cried himself numb.<br/><br/>Eventually the tears dried away, Jayr sat up, wiping the fur that had stuck to his puffy face and sighed. The fight and the violent cry had made him tired. Resting his back against the wolf, he glanced at the dark cave, for the time being this would be their shelter. "That dragon was after one of us, and I don't think it was me," he finally spoke, turning to meet Adonis' eyes. "We should probably find out why."