Sequoia Coast poptarts are ravioli

It takes a few seconds to realize Artaax doesn’t even flinch. He stares at her during her outburst and she can’t stop her body from trembling. Being so calm doesn’t make her feel any better. She’d been able to keep everything under control once upon a time but the longer it goes on, eventually she’ll spill over. 

She didn’t tell me anything.

Furi studies him for a long moment, unable to say anything. If she hasn’t said anything, how does he know? Simply because she’d left for a few days? Pale eyes narrow, scrutinizing his explanation but it doesn’t do much. Her cheeks are damp from tears and she looks away, wiping at her face with a paw. 

When Artaax steps closer, her eyes widen and she sucks in a breath. Her eyes dart around and start to take a step back but he moves, turns around, and sits down next to her. Furi blinks a few times during the awkward display of comfort. They’ve never particularly been good friends, he’s rather useless in this department—she’d shut that off during the war—but he’s trying. Maybe he genuinely cares but doesn’t know how to show it. Emotions tend to be a problem in that family. 

Furi is silent for a moment as she glances away, shifting her footing. Then, she lowers her rump to the ground and sits, too.