fishing with grandpa
11-03-2014, 06:01 PM
He would try and level himself, try and focus on his breath and relax a bit. He would try and calm himself, push back the madness that slithered over the contours of his mind. Acidic eyes would snap open suddenly before pushing himself from his den. He had placed Colten and Ammy in a den near his own so they could be near him but have their distance if they so desired. But today he was going to see how they were doing. Massive paws would carry him as quickly as possible as across the plains towards the den they had set aside for the children. "Amarant?" He would question, voice a soft rumble as he approached. He had been trying to give the children space to mourn, trying to give them some time to sort things out while still being there for them if they needed him. Thus far they had not needed him. Maybe it was time to try phase two. Distraction. HER WORDS HERE HIS WORDS HERE |