Firefly Glen Phosphorescent

arcturus hid the smile quickly, though wraen's teasing elicited a contorted, stifled grin that was quickly stowed away. he had never been complimented for his smile, and it set butterflies aflutter in his midsection.

all shade of mirth dropped from his face-- blanched, in fact -- when wraen mentioned she would convey his impression of niamh back to her. please don't, said his expression - which looked one or two steps away from mortal embarrassment. as far as achilles heels, arcturus was confused and prompted quietly: "achilles heel?" was this another of her stories he had yet to hear?

once the nature of wraen's injury came to light, arcturus allowed a bemused expression to fall across his noble features. it was understandable -- any wolf that did any sort of long distance exercise, was bound to become prey to earth's terrain at some point. he had tripped over a hidden piece of log, not so long ago -- not that he would tell wraen that, and destroy her image of him as an elegantly composed predator (little did he know, she saw right through that veneer and saw him for who he truly was - a confused creature just trying to understand his place in this world). "it happens." the mountaineer offered, glancing from paw to wraen's face, his sunny eyes imbued with concerned warmth. "do you need anything for it?"