Chase Away The Demons

Jakart eyed the shaking healer with concern in the dim light of the den. Poor Callisto. He wanted to lay by her side and say that everything was going to be all right. But honestly he didn't think such actions would be received with acceptance. Sure she had come with him to a place where she could hone her craft. He had made love to her when asked, twice. But still she remained aloof to any advances in being friends. All temporary fixes for whatever demons her mind harbored. Even when arriving in the Gulley she had denied sleeping together in the same den, and so she was left to her own devices for a few days. The cat that loitered around wouldn't been much help answering his questions, Jakart just knew that the feline hated him for being the second piece of the puzzle to Callisto's woes in the past and how she used him.

And so he would simply remain in place and watch the she wolf shake, ever concerned for his once mate as she mentioned a nightmare. If she just told him what was bothering her then maybe she would feel better. Callisto could dodge the question, again, and they would be back to square one. He would remain confused and she would keep bottled up whatever troubles of the moment that eat away her insides. Jakart would crawl over to her side and lay down to situate himself beside Callisto, a sudden but bold venture in their confusing relationship when it came to personnel space. "Do... do you want to talk about it?" Jakart whispered, his eyes set on hers.