Lost and Found

Concern

Mammoth shot toward the Nightwing. He knew he should let her die, but he couldn't, he got closer, realizing it was a sad, female Nightwing. He swooped in front of her, bringing her down to the ground. She was in tears, and had her eyes closed before she opened them to stare at him. She hissed. "Get off of me stupid Icewing!" "Not until you tell me why your here and almost killed yourself." He said. "Killed myself?" She said in confusion. You probably can't stand the cold anyway." She shivered. "What's your name, Nightwing?" He asked. "Oh, my name is Queen Smokevisor." Mammoth backed away. "Queen!?!?" He shouted. "Oh, yeah. Queen of the Nightwings, and by the way, i was crying because my daughter plans to fight for the throne and I think I will lose." Mammoth sighed. "Nothing you can do about that, but I can tell you I'm becoming King today." "Really?!" She said. "Yes. Now you can just leave the Nightwings of you don't wanna die, even though no ones done  it before." "I'm not sure, I'm not usually satisfied, but where would I go?" Mammoth looked around, and got off of the Queen. "With me." He said, while taking her talons in his. She gasped, but then settled down. "But.. They won't except me, and your becoming King.." "Shh" Mammoth said. "Don't worry about it, I'll sort it out. I'll be with you, no matter what."