misstep and misplaced

Arcus would move along the beach, his head hung and his eyes staring dead ahead. He wanted to move quickly, to move away from the expanse of beach, away from where the searching eyes of his family could see him. He could feel the storms rage in his chest, fear the fire course through his stomach. It was so strange too him, so scary. He had always been a calm individual, always been able to control his emotions. He always knew where his place was...but now.. It had been a year since they had come here to this new land, away from what he had known as home. A year, why was he feeling anger now? Well, he supposed, it could have just been the calm before the storm. With a thick, heavy sigh he continued to trot, moving with speed untill he heard Glacier's voice. He paused midstep before continueing a second later, his ears pulling back. Luck was not on his side, today, it seemed... he continued to move, his pace a tad slower to allow the behemoth to catch up to him, but he allowed no words, not even a cast of his gaze to show Glacier he had heard him.