The Sunspire Death Is A War[M] Blanket

It seems like the wolf is calming down yet who knows. Pear colored hues seem just a tad clearer and Donovan eyes the smaller suspiciously. The clenching of his jaw make the other whimper, a high pitched cry sounding through closed lips. The sound of relative submission and Donovan will take that. Loosening enough so that the other can easily pull from his maw. Clay retracts his face from Donovan’s and his thinner legs angle upwards so slate grey paws can press into the muscle of his chest — a weak attempt at keeping the beast at bay. 

Clay stutters, finally able to get out a proper sentence of Who the hell are you? Finally it seems he’s calm enough for Donovan to move off of him. On the other hand he wants to give him a few seconds to make sure he won’t attack again. Giving him another warning glance he lifts his head so that’s it’s not in his space any longer. “Name’s fucking Donovan. What the hell was that all about? Are you calm now? You think I can let you up? He asks sternly, a light growl in his tone. Though he sighs, trying to calm and control himself to not beat the hell out of the other wolf. Reminding himself again that it had to have been some type of PSTD episode.