Flycatcher Downs now that you're done shuffling the tits off the queens

The rapid beating of his heart and the quickness of his breaths subsided as the ruckus did. The earthen wolf did not press her attack as Indra echoed his question. He could hear the stress in her words and knew how her mind reeled by the way she expediently chained from one subject to the next. Laurel had nothing to say, but he could plainly read all he needed to on her face. He appreciated her protective nature and understood it. He was the same. Relaxing his muscles, he tried to assuage her unease with a slow and calming wag of his tail.

"Devils," Skwol growled quietly in response to Indra, turning to face her and press in closer to her. His broad muzzle reached forward with an automatic and inspective aspect. He sniffed at her cheek and her ear, seeking assurance that she was ok and searching for any scent of those two-legged demons. "They chased me here," he went on to inform her. There was so much more to that story, to what he knew of them, but he left it at that as his snout slipped down to her neck and he leaned in further.

His examination did not require such nearness, nor the languid way he nosed through the plush furs with an insistence he was unaware of. He did not need to breathe against her skin to see if she was injured or stricken by ropes. But the white wolf was tired and stressed and felt as though he was had one foot in the waking world and the other in a dream.