Cedar Sweep That's a lot of damage

pffft, late. Perdonme

Dreams were quick to form, displaying a myriad of different colors forming into familiar shapes. One such shape was a white figure, it called out his name. The tone familiar and the way the shape moved he recognized. It was all peaceful, until that all too real paw nudged his shoulder. Rye jolted awake expecting a fight, too much adrenaline still running through his veins. His teeth bared and he snapped towards the figure, narrowly missing Effie. Rye quickly blinked the blur away, gaining clear site to what he snapped at. 

His chest ran cold. 

Effie. Any fright within him dissipated immediately, his facial expression changed. It was purely concern, and heart ache for what he did. He felt stupid and questioned why he would do such a thing, it wasn't normal for him. "Effie," He spoke softly, "I'm so sorry. Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" He checked her over, from where he sat when a painful reminder busted its way back onto the scene. It flared up with pain once more, likely due to the sudden movement, but he kept it hidden. For the time being.