The Sentinels sanctuary

guilt mounted, along with shock as Eilidh proceeded to Lose It. his eyes widened as he shrieked at him, and he found he was vaguely afraid of this wild-card she'd played. her hit to his shoulder didn't hurt him, but surprised him more, and his rounded gaze watched as she stomped away. 

her talk of 'who was fucking who' and the insinuation he would come crawling to anyone pissed the boy off again, though. "i wont!" she shouted, hackles raising. he would have said more, but the thunderous shadow of his mother passed over him, and though her tones were calm, there was an iron to him that instantly caused the boy to cower and fold his ears back.

there was still a little sulkiness to him, however -- he shot a dark glance toward Eilidh, one that softened. he was being a class-a dickweed. but she was furious, and he doubted she would forgive him. great. another nail in his stupid-ass coffin. "sorry, momma," he mumbled, chafing that he should treat him like a months-old pup -- he was a man, dammit.