Sawtooth Spire Bridges

Aariak's reaction promptly flipped the switch back over to normal. The creases along his muzzle smoothed, his fur lost its prickly texture; all aggression vanished as soon as his pack mate uttered, “Are you alright?” The Gamma looked away from the male's red-orange eyes to favor the ground, baffled by his actions. Safe to say that whole incident haunted him still, but Aariak did not seem to care. Inwardly he was grateful for this tiny blessing, yet outwardly, he was apologetic. Pushing those feelings of inadequacy on another was inexcusable.
INDENTLooking back into the Inuit's ruddy orbs, he grunted, “'M fine.” But his eyes – usually so spirited, so emotive – spoke volumes about his condition more than words could express: I am not fine.