Northstar Vale vitiosus

At the arche's words Reyson's entire body went taut and a slow angry feeling slithered and slunk up his chest and deep into his throat. It ached and burned, and he blinked. The anger boiling. He felt it then again, that gnawing pit of paranoia and irritation that could press on all sides and break his brain. He fought against it though, fought hard.

His grip upon Meadow tightened and he tilted an ear forward. If that man touched his healer, he would rip him apart with teeth and claws until there was nothing left of the man but fur and flesh as unrecognizable as a prey beast.

He pressed his muzzle into he head. Then he met first Arsenio's gaze and then Germanicus they would see the dangerous fury there. The absolute hatred for what the pharaoh was and exactly what he would do to the male were he to get a hold of him. Quickly averted. Then his eyes burned into maxim, his friend, to ground him. And then the ground. Because Reyson was on the verge of letting go. And he needed that reminder that he couldn't. And thus for a moment his friend was the anchor he needed. He and Meadow both.