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Strangely enough, he was not as afraid of the dark Alphess as he'd initially thought he would be. She was a woman of power, after all, and it was surely her duty as a leader to intimidate the subordinates enough to remind them who was in charge. Talion, in a new environment, was naturally terrified of rejection from almost everyone, but Amekaze carried a certain quiet that was so unlike the electric energy that clung to her daughter, Hydra.

His heart still thrummed hard within his chest though did more so when the she-wolf turned her emerald eyes upon him, reminding him of his anxiety, and the young Roux-Abrhen folded his velvet ears back against his nape. Carefully he observed her from the corner of a periwinkle eye, curious to gauge her reaction to his presence, and exhaled shakily through his nostrils when she dipped her muzzle in a deep nod.

Confident then that she wasn't going to run him off, Talion gathered himself though maintained submission in the tucking of his peppered tail and clear uncertainty in his eyes. He inched closer to her as she piped up in question. "Yes, I, uh," he flicked his tongue nervously over his upper lip, "I can't sleep." Failing to go into detail, he was content to leave his reasons swarming in the hurricane of his thoughts.