Running Amock

*Narsha* · 11-24-2013, 11:30 PM

Narsha would watch the boy?s demeanor change with a calm expression already acclimatized to temper tantrums, though her own sons were never quite this violent. He would rise to his paws, becoming more defensive. Still Narsha would not move, the boy posed little threat to the girl and she would not give him the satisfaction of a reaction. She had learnt that the best way to deal with a tantrum was not to react; the child would eventually learn that they could not get the results they were looking for. He would spit venom at her, a frown creasing her brow but she still would not rise.
She felt pity for the whelp, she had not known that he was unaware of his mother?s departure. She watched him retreat and was about to rise to her paws when she caught sudden movement out of the corner of her eye. Gaze turning to rest upon the form of Isardis she watched in astonishment as he flew at the boy, physically suppressing him all the while hissing commands at him. She was on her paws in an instant, ears pulling back all the way. She stood proud and managed to summon her courage. ?Isardis, that is enough!? There was no wavering in her voice. Eyes were narrowed to glare at the man.

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