Firefly Glen born of cages

The mood shifted again and she was left hollow, and frightened. He slicked both ears back now and lowered his nose so that it barely kissed the damp grass as he neared. Though her eyes were shut tight against the horrors that seemingly plagued her, he could sense she was whole and hale—she harbored no foul scent of illness, nor were there visible complications to her physical body. 

Rian didn't relax when she opened her eyes, and slowly regained her composure. The initial ferocity left him taken aback. His frown deepened. "What was that about?" He asked directly, tail cricked in a uncertain curl that hung slightly leeward.