Chimera Fields misery loves you

sorry for holding this up! miryam if cam decides to bring him home feel free to pp nudging him along, he's in a bit of shock rn so he'll go quietly!

ears fluttered back as a small frown pressed his features, the fear of being reprimanded which had been shoved to the backseat by this dismaying display suddenly lurching forth at his papa's enquiry. he really wanted to be brave but right now, there was nothing he wished for more than to be tucked in at mama's side and needle teeth pinched at his trembling lip as the gutter of his stare fell to minute paws. no monster, he's okay...but, brows furrowed as wide eyes grasped back for the focus of his papa- why??? "but--" a flustered exhale as paws shuffled, confusion tempting his gaze to approach the slumped figure and yet the jittery slam of his heart against the tremble of his chest refusing to let him subject it to more fear as he instead remained pinpointed on the uncanny sheen of his pa's haggard stare. 

a soft sigh as he was embraced, body seeming to fold and liquify into the comforting heat of familiarity, almost enough to block out the chilled wrongness that probed at him from behind where the den intruder wolf lay. 

he was not brave, he was scared....like a baby...not like a mama or a papa...but, wasn't papa scared? adults didnt get scared of monsters but he said no monsters so...was there something worse that made even adults scared? quick breaths as he burrowed further in, he didn't understand!! his head and his chest were so sore he....he just wanted to go home he'd never sneak out again!! teeth clenched- he didn't wanna be an adult he didn't wanna be an adult, he'd never ever try again he promised, he didn't want to be food he really didn't! 

he blinks groggily, hesitantly drawing back just enough to stare frantically at da as he spoke- all the while the clamour of his mind going forth to wonder, what if papa became food because he was an adult?? or mama?? "food?" he suggested softly upon the lack of a conclusion to the words to prowl about the tremble of velveteen ears "da" he whispered "not food...please" a word he was constantly being scolded for forgetting, but if you said it you got what you wanted yes? "da please not food" and then, looking at the flecks of water to sit smug upon his da's cheek; the boy leaned forward with a small swallow. he was scared, but if papa was too and still helped him then he could too, and it always helped when mama did this for him when he cried....not that that happened a whole lot or anything. his nose pressed to each damp spot, tenderly nudging where each tear had settled and blinked with surprise at the warmth. if water was so cold, why was this warm? wondering if knowing this might help make him feel better, finín murmured a quietly informative "warm pa" before offering a tiny lick to the spot just like mama did after nosing them away. "better?" he huffs nervously, the weight of the situation despite not being aware of the exact details of how dire it was enough to leave him so very on edge in everything he did. but he had da and da had him, so he nuzzled close to him and scrunched eyes shut to pretend.

eyes only peeked out again at the arrival of others, heart writhing and wailing its conflict when he heard papa ask the shadow wolf to bring him home, he really wanted mama but he was scared to go back out there without papa....looking apprehensively at the leering shadows gathering to watch and definitely becoming darker as time marched on. 

he didn't look at cupid again, not even once, not even when his older brother arrived and sobbed and lamented; the foreign nature of such piercing wailing driving him closer against mal. all he could do was stare at those grinning shadows that he thought were his friends, exhaustingly numb in the face of their ability to do something that both put the dark man on the ground and made papa cry. he wanted to go home.