Dawnlark Plains caught in your riptide

erys sits hidden in the brush, waiting impatiently for his hero to return. emyr has been gone too long (a few hours, really), and the thought of him out there, whisked away by someone else...it sets off a fire in his gut, and he curls his lip.

as he does so he catches a scent. not quite familiar, but something about it nonetheless draws him in. he sits up sharply, startling the herd into flight, and snaps his teeth to hurry them along. when the dust has finally settled he squints, eyeing a looming gray shape as it charges toward him.

"he-" he hardly breathes a word before she is crashing into him, paw pressed taut against his throat. how familiar.