Even though her voice remained calm, he smelt fear on her and read tension in her body. Yet the information was taken with a sudden shift in his own body, a rising to aggression that had not been present before. Fear turned into fury, building up to support the strength that she faltered in. His pupils widened to swallow the light. “C’mon,” he said shortly, rising and trotting out of the den. Axi met them midway, and Eris spoke to her in a tone much different than the one that she had displayed previously.
The caves turned quickly and they moved towards the horses. Larkspur did not leave his lupus form as they entered, and made the sharp growl that he signaled to his mare with. She was not tied up, and came to the gate quickly. Alert and nervous, the draft horse whinnied and shifted uneasily. “Git on ‘er. If Wretch is hurt this’ll be the fastest way t’git her back.” Larkspur knew better than to ask Eris to track their daughter—he had observed her progress since training with Sirius, but knew she was far from capable in the current situation.
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