Man, this was terrifying. Quintus couldn't help but wonder if his family was experiencing the same thing right now. His mother and father would protect one another, of that he was sure, but what about his siblings that had stayed behind in Valhalla? He wondered especially about Cassius and Amalia, as he hadn't seen them in so long. They had to be okay. He felt the loud drumming of his heartbeat in his chest, pounding in his ears, and he felt his head might explode.
The man that ushered him toward him was unfamiliar to him. His scent was familiar, in the sense that he was clearly a Valhallan, but he did not really know him otherwise. Quintus hadn't paid much attention to who most wolves here were, and he made a mental note that he really ought to start. He felt the man move over him, protecting him, and he was grateful for this stranger's help. Even if he was not really in grave danger -- but he'd never experienced such a thing and he was downright terrified.
But the rumbling subsided quickly, even though it felt like it went on for so much longer than it really had.
When the world grew silent, he slowly opened his eyes, peeking at Cormalin from behind his half-lidded gaze. "I.. I'm okay," he admitted timidly, his voice shaking a bit. It felt stupid to be so afraid, but he was too afraid to even try to hide it. He slowly writhed away from the older man, eying him. "Thanks, man," he offered gently. Still his voice wavered, and he found his limbs shaking as he slowly brought himself to all fours. "Who are you?" The Valhallans seemed much more aware than he was. Hell, half of them knew who he was and knew his name before he even saw them.
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