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dante managed to compose himself, which lasher found admirable. junior's pain was evident, both in her physicality and her mental state, but the vague challenge of her words, now unfettered by fever, brought his own instinct surging to the fore.
at the mention of his name, the gamma moved to dante's side, a nod accompanying his words. he would open his time for the girl; taltos wanted nothing more than to remedy the agony of her heart, and he was almost certain that despite blue willow's obvious anger with her young charge, the healing den would remain an open place to the juvenile.
dante departed, and lasher cast a glance over one earthen shoulder before allowing the brief bit of irritation he had borne through the conversation appear. that is quite enough!
the man growled into the chaos of junior's swearing, and his legs carried him quickly, for he intended to block her path and speak to her, even if she was not ready to see reason. stop,
he ordered, hackles flaring and tail curled over his hips; he did not like to take this route, but he would tell her that which he had to say.
osprey junior, if you want to be treated as an adult and have your words taken into account, you are doing a poor job of showing such.
his tone softened, as did his stance, and he sought her eyes with his own swampwater gaze. i, for one, do not hate you, and while i believe you are acting quite foolishly, i have forgiven you the transgression.
the gamma looked briefly to blue willow then, wondering if she would speak, and then he continued in much the same vein: i want you to remain here, at the plateau. this is your home, and it is where you belong. do not lacerate your body against the pain of your heart; speak with me. speak with willow. even dante, though he is angry with you, and you with him — even he would lend a gentle and understanding ear to your sorrow and your rage, junior.