Bearclaw Valley you flew by mistake

@Scarlett set after the thread with Meldresi. Mild PP of Scarlett, will edit if you mind. 

Raziel was no longer fuming over the situation that he had now dubbed 'the Scarlett and Meldresi incident'. He had managed to calm down and think it over; he had once promised himself to never make important decisions in the spur of the moment and he wasn't planning to break that anytime soon. He was usually composed and rational, even when he was angry, but sometimes..things got out of control inside you, you know? Sometimes, someone unintentionally pressed your berserk button and you become something you're not. Scarlett did that today, obviously she didn't mean to do it but it happened all the same. 

Raziel was sorry for his attitude towards her at that time, but it couldn't be helped because a pack was not a hospital, was not a sanctuary for the injured and helpless and Scarlett had to know that. She had to know that there were limits to these things. If they helped every pathetic creature they came across, the pack would no longer have enough resources for their own and therefore would have to disband. Would she like that? Did she value strangers over her own packmates's life? He knew she didn't think like that, but it was time she widened her eyes and took in the view of the tnre world, instead of only her own.

The Roman had spent a good part of the afternoon pacing by himself, lost in his thoughts. The voices in his head quarreled relentlessly, leaving him with a pounding headache. He retreated to the shadows of a forest, hoping the shade would do him some good, only to have it backfire. He ran out of the treeline a moment after he entered it, panting, coughing sharply, eyes bloodshot and wide. If wolves could sweat, his whole body would be covered in it already. He quickly took his 'pills' and managed to calm himself down. By the time he was done thinking, the sun was setting already.

Raziel waited by the infirmary, sure that Scarlett would come soon. And after only sometime of waiting, he saw her pale form weaving through the towering trees and approaching the den which her children resided in. By then, only a sliver of the sun was visible on the horizon and the light was fading fast; soon, darkness would be upon them. The Roman paused, hiding in the shadows until she was close enough, then he struck out, as swiftly as a snake and as gently as he could, pulled her aside. He fixed his piercing turquoise eyes at her, a tender, gentler side exposing themselves in his teal orbs. "We need to talk," he repeated the words he'd uttered only a few days ago, knowing he had to apologize for being such a dick today. "I know you probably have things to say to me, so say it now. I promise I won't interrupt." If she needed to rant, she could do so now; if she needed to insult him and spit her anger on him, she could do so now. He would not interrupt, because he knew he probably deserved every vicious bite and poison of her words. That is, if she chose the violent approach to this, which he weirdly enough, hoped she would.

Raziel didn't know why he wanted her to lash out at him, to tackle him to the ground and pound the living daylights out of him, and he wasn't sure he wanted to know. What he did know, however, was that if she tried to leave, he would do whatever he could to make sure she stayed.