I'm jealous, I'm overzealous

This heat was disgusting. He hated this heat and how thick his pelt was. Her pelt was thinner and yet she still seemed to be heated. She gave her answer and he eyed her suspiciously. He didn't believe it, so his form rose and he stepped up before circling her. His eyes traced every inch of her and he examined her from a distance to ensure she was fine. She seemed so, though he suspected she might be shaken. Her question brought a heavy chuckle to his throat. Him? Not alright? Did she forget who he was?

Her prodding gaze though had him raising those spines and hackles. Guard up. He didn't need anyone to baby him, or mother hen over his wounds. His voice came, gruff and rumbling to answer her. "I'm fine..." It wasn't a matter of him needing scars to look cool or to look tough. It was a matter of pride. Every scar was a member of Judila saved or lost. He let them litter his hide for a good reason in his mind. They were reminders of failures and successes.

He needed to distract them from her trying to care for his wounds. A quick thought had him sitting slightly beside her and pulling her with his right arm to his chest. His head lifting to place it over hers. A rumbling grumble of a growl that could almost be a purr coming to his chest. The vibrations of it he aimed to make sure she could feel through her back. "Now just what were you doing out here alone...."

"Atreyu" || "Azriel"