Thunder Cloud

Somehow her demeanor confused him, and he gave her a look that clearly stated that he found her to be possibly mad. He began to pace as she broached the query, and for a moment the lass wondered if maybe she had struck a nerve. Her grin faltered, expression slowly becoming confused as she watched him. His muscles rippled under his thick fur, and he looked to be wound up like a top, so high strung at the moment he might burst. As he careened across the dirt, his emerald orbs were distant and haunted. She knew that look all too well, her father had days when he looked like that, and he disappeared for a while afterwards. Was his brute like her father, or worse? The idea was not something she feared, for she had been told she was much like her mother as well, who had cracked open the steel shell around her fathers heart within weeks of meeting him. Sure, it had been under different circumstances, but the golden and cream coated lady had never been one to turn away someone in need.
When her parents had met, William Buxton had been on the run, fleeing a past that had been quite full of darkness and cruelty. He had spent much of his life being what one might call a marauder. He had destroyed families, killed fathers when they had fought to protect their beloveds and young ones. One day, it seemed to have caused a snap in his head somewhere. While running through her family's territory, Peggy had found him and stopped him. One could say it had been love at first sight, if they were deluded somehow. It had taken a long time for her to break through his thick headed, self loathing demeanor, but when she had... It hadn't been long before they were wed, and then Alice had ben born a few months later.
He skittered to a halt, turning to face the petite British dame and slumping down. His reply was short, almost like a surrender. The twilight eyed woman would get to her tea cupped paws, slowly padding over to him, feeling horribly dwarfed as she came closer. A soft, gentle smile would curve her dark lips as she sat down beside him, her shoulder barely reaching his elbow. Golden audits would perk to his apology, and a soft giggle would escape her maw, completely unbidden. "It's okay, sometimes the thickest of heads can only be penetrated with a little bit of kindness." She assured him with honey coated, thickly accented lyrics, bumping her petite shoulder against his foreleg and smiling kindly. "In all honesty, I've had to put up with worse. I was once thrown into a river for trying to help a trio of men get their brother out of a bear trap." She murmured with a gentle laugh, her dark blue-purple gaze holding steadily on his features.
Once more she would fall silent, simply watching his face for signs that he might need someone to talk to. So far, everything he did screamed in need of such. Hesitantly, her voice would escape her creamy maw once more, heavy accent wrapped tightly about her words. "You can tell me what's bothering you, if you'd like. Maybe I could help you? I seem to have a knack for it, ask anyone I've met." She murmured, her tones gentle and reassuring. She knew more than anyone how talking about one's problems can help, and others sometimes provided the best solutions. She scanned his chocolate and caramel pigmented features, waiting for him to respond with a presence similar to a fairy, small and helpful.