Ouroboros Spine trouble come knockin'

the reaper calms. harsh, rapid breaths no longer fall so rapidly. the quiver falls, too. lorroakan is still cautious; an anxious wolf was a dangerous one, after all. but he scoots closer, ears pinned back against his skull, his expression one of sympathy. "just like that." he praised quietly. there was an involuntary swish of his tail. 

his shoulders sag with what might be relief. he grinned weakly, nodded his head. "yeah. my ma taught me how to try and control it. she called it anxiety." a sickness he'd had since a pup; his episodes used to be worse, back then. and his ma was always there to guide him from it. 

in a way, it feels like he's still got a piece of her that he was now extending to this man. it feels...good. a warmth in his chest that lingers. 

"you, um. you never told me your name." a tentative revelation. "i'm lorroakan."