Chase Away The Demons

The ebony fur of Callisto's scruff parted between each soothing stroke of his claws as he attempted to sooth his friend. The effects of the nightmare still ravaged her quaking form, the shaking and shivering being felt in spasms, and the only thing Jakart could do was hold her. He damned the wolf who had raped her, he damned the unfair way that Callisto had fallen into stride with having the chance to relive the deed when she slept. Even if she wished it not to be so Jakart would now stay closeby whenever she slept. This was no way for ones slumber to be as it was currently. And judging by the way she was curled against him, when casual physical contact had been something she'd push away between them, there wouldn't be an objection to the idea.

Callisto then broke in that moment, the she wolf's anguished cry muffled by the way she buried her face into his chest. The sound of her sobs were dulled by his embrace, Callisto squirming against him like a pup wanting warmth and sustenance from it's mother. Jakart adjusted his embrace to where he simply held her now, repeated shushing while gently rocking Callisto back and forth. There was worry that his friend might start to hyperventilate with the way she was sucking in breathes enough to where the fur on his chest was being disturbed. Another lick was placed between her ebony ears, Jakart idly humming a tune while he waited, however long, for Callisto find a sense of calm.