Chase Away The Demons

Callisto rolled more to face him as he brought his leg around her frame, shifting up against him like a pup wanting the warmth of a comforting mother. Jakart couldn't see her eyes, but he could feel her muzzle tucked up against his chest. Each time she inhaled he could feel his fur be disturbed, the breathy pants as his friend shook and fought off the effects of the dream. Just a bit his grip tightened and drew her close enough to where her legs would be tucked against him. After the recounting of her tale Jakart was in no mood for sleep, eyes giving a glance to where the dens entrance was. The scent of herbs was a bit much to deal with, Jakart not knowing how the healer dealt with the stinging and the burning of the medicinal plants on the senses.

The male gave a runny sniff. Lior would like this, a different more rustic cache of what she was probably used to in Donostrea. His thoughts just as easily turned back to Callisto. When they had met up for the second time she was in the process of returning to her den and looking for a plant. He could only assume it was something to dull the senses. And instead she found him. Jakart now mentally grimaced at what had followed between the two of them. But all the same, what had happened during her in the cavern the grey wolf vowed he would do whatever it took to keep her happy. Even... even if she asked to help her with his body. As much as it would stir his imagination of the male who had taken her Jakart would see to it that Callisto had whatever she needed. And if all she needed right now was an embrace to distract her from the nightmare then he'd do it wholeheartedly. "I've got you..." A tentative lick was placed between his friends ears, a light shush given as he started to rub a paw through her scruff.