know your place

As soon as the huddled girl backed off, and the temperature of her stare dropped a few degrees, he stomped off the worst of the rain in his coat. He couldn’t shake himself out without getting her soaked - and he wasn’t that much of a bastard. His companions finished barricading the door. Loose stops and bits of debris piled in front of the cave entrance. It wasn’t fully shut, but it kept out the worst of the wind and rain.

Bear and Bast settled in together by the entrance of the cave. There wasn’t a whole lot of room left for Shalla and Sirius, but the Warlord settled down on his hunches in the cramped space. Listening to the thunder boom outside. Seeing her features in the sudden bursts of lightning that lit up the dim cave. Now that he wasn’t racing for his survival, he could feel the way his wet fur clung to him. He shivered. Feeling the urge to pace and move to warm himself. But to do so, he would have to invade her space. So he forced himself to keep his stillness. “Yes. I lead the Armada.” He said in answer to her question. A stiff sort of reply, but he knew there was a chance they would be stuck in these cramp quarters for a while. So after a moment, he spoke again. “And where do you hail from?”


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