Chase the fear away

Arc was flopped over on his back, sleeping hard as the storm raged on, the sound of thunder completely ignored and lost to the sound of his little snores. His paws gave little twitches and kicks occasionally as he dreamed about chasing the pronghorns he had seen out on the plains with his mother. Not just the little fawn that he had killed, but the big ones that he wasn't old enough to catch on his own. He dreamed he was as big as their mother, old enough that his mane wasn't the fuzzy mess of fur it currently was. Unfortunately, he was suddenly yanked out of his dream when he felt a hard thump on his side, making him jump as he was started awake, his blue eyes flying open. His gaze landed on his mother first, her face upside down in his view from his back. Rolling back to his stomach, he looked around and found his sister curled up a little bit away from him.

For a second he thought maybe he imagined it since he didn't immediately notice either of the wolves in the den being awake, but just as he was about to lay his head back down to go back to sleep he noticed the little shake and tremble of Tira's body from her sobs. His ears flicked back with worry and his brows pulled together as he shuffled closer, snuggling up to her and nosing at her cheek. "Tira? Are you okay?" he whispered so he couldn't wake their mother up in the process. He wasn't really the soft, caring type typically. More often than not he'd rather pounce on his sister and challenge her to a fight than anything else, but feeling the wet fur on her cheeks from where she was crying shook him and he frowned as he nuzzled into her neck with concern. He was so used to seeing her with her bold personality and quips that were always too quick for him to keep up with that seeing her like this didn't make sense in his mind.

"Arcturus Fatalis"