Eye of the Storm

Arcus was trembling, and Shaye's sunny nature flailed as she wondered how to help him. She pulled her head up, then leaned it against his own forehead, closing her eyes as she hummed softly, comfortingly, as she thought. “What would help control your storms? I've heard of a thing called meditating that suppose to help you find inner peace, maybe we could find you a teacher?” she offered softly. At his next words, she almost snorted, but held her tongue out of respect for him. “I know beyond a doubt that you would never hurt me, not matter how mad you get. Where friends, and that reaches a place inside of us that outdoes stuff like anger. I know that, I know you, I would never fear you no matter how angry you got.” she whispereed, rubbing her nose against the bridge of his nose, opening her eyes to seek out his own gaze, her eyes bright, trusting. “I'll always be here for you Arcus, I promise, always and forever. You do whatever you need to do, and when you find yourself, we can go adventuring again. And ill come see you, wherever you go. Where best friends. Always.” she wished she could help him, closed her eyes again, still humming, still finding peace in his presence despite his heart-throbbing words.

She heard the thundering of his paws before his voice, pulling away from Arcus with a painful snap of her neck as she turned to look, and she would gasp when Bass's angry form thundered into sight, ducking her head and pulling her tail tight between her legs. She wondered if Bass would attack Arcus and for one hideous moment the little girl wondered which she would have to betray – Defend her best friend and in doing so get in a physical fight with Bass? Let Bass have Arcus, do nothing as her best friend was ripped into? She quivered, a sick feeling churning in her stomach. She had had every intention of ushering him off the territory, or calling for Bass, of doing something she just hadn't figured out what yet, and now she was out of time. “Please don't be mad Bass, please. He's my bestest friend and he needed me. I'll dig latrine holes for a week if you want” she whimpered, digging her head further into her friends neck. The bright natured girl seemed to be getting herself into positions that shadowed her sweet nature more and more often, and she just didn't know where she stood in them. She wished she had Bass's strength, to stand up and know what was right, but she didn't, she was just little Shaye, trying to do the right thing and falling short. Not to mention the disappointment in her Uncle's gaze got her right where it hurt.

"Burn Baby Burn"