Felltree Marsh vihainen

 

Ceallach waits until @Eirlys is asleep and breathing steadily in those long drawn out ways. Even through her fluff he can read her, ocher red eyes peering through the dark to see that she stayed steady. Tucked between the trees and on a somewhat dry patch of earth, Ceallach takes the moments of solitude to think. He has more questions than anything, more emotions that burn him - and that headache! Still it makes him near blind sometimes, pain squeezing so acutely that it feels almost as if he will be strangled by it. Whatever it was, whatever it meant - Ceallach does not like it. It only happened when his emotions rose swiftly and usually when he was angry. It had started when he'd snuck out to look for Roarke and Mallaidh. It had happened, stronger and worse and more painful than he could remember when he and Arturo found Chusi's scent tracking past, and then again away from, Teaghlaigh in the wake of Lotte's death. Since the encounter with his parent's adopted child the headache had lingered. 

Ceallach took a few careful steps until he felt confident he wouldn't wake Eirlys. Then he took off. He didn't go too far before his fear of losing his last littermate stopped him like a proverbial ball and chain and Ceallach came to a halt. The muddy ground beneath his paws skidded a bit, disrupted by his weight and claws. The invisible wall wouldn't be breached. He wouldn't fight it. Ceallach knew that what lurked in him was perhaps even more protective of his sister than he was and he stopped trying to understand. He accepted. Long ago he had come to accept things as they were - now, at being presented with Chusi again, it became harder to not try and shift everything again. He'd reformatted his life time and time again - after losing Roarke, Mallaidh, his Aiti, and then writing Chusi out of his family.....and then Arturo. 

The boy's chest heaved as his headache reached a sharp pitch and he closed his eyes, growling to himself through gritted teeth beneath the moon's silver rays.