inner peace

Head turned toward the distance whispering voice, alert, he let Aryn crowd close but put a restraining paw on her shoulders, pushing slowly and gently downwards with the intention of pushing her onto her belly so he could step over her protectively. "I don't know," he rumbled slowly, blood red gaze scanning the dark, gloomy forest around them for any shape in the mist other than trees and hanging moss. "It seemed to be calling me, at first, but it is so distant I can't understand the words." Standing over Aryn, he could protect her from most things, but he would be greatly impaired by his forced immobility and the need to protect someone helpless. He gained nothing from protecting her, and logically he shouldn't bother, but it was becoming habit to him. Staring into the trees, he growled a warning deep in his chest for whoever - whatever - seemed to be stalking them.