Chase Away The Demons

He continued to gently nudge the healers side, concern washing over his features. Poor Callisto. Nightmares were a horrible thing to be put through, especially because you wake up at the worst part of it, heart hammering and eyes snapping open as you remember that you were dreaming. Jakart had only a few nightmares in his life, each of them terrible in their own way. Callisto mumbled something, almost a 'No' if he heard her correctly. And still he tried to shake her awake and draw her away from the horror.

His efforts paid off, Callisto coming to and immediately she began to scramble and thrash, a paw smacking against the foreleg touching her. Jakart's eyes met hers with concern. A whine left him when she whispered his name. "Callisto? I noticed you were in distress..." The grey wolf then trailed off and looked away, paw withdrawing from her shoulder. He knew now she didn't like casual touching, and as he looked back at his once mate he saw that she was beginning to shake, whatever she had been dreaming about having traumatized her badly. It surely had been a night terror, and the grey male eased himself onto his belly, hoping that his presence would comfort her and keep her away from whatever dark place she had found herself in during her slumber.