lost to the hunt as I was to you; pyxis, any

[Daemron]

As the small feline hisses and scrambles up Pyxis’ back, Daemron has to grit his teeth against his anger (against the taste that lingers on a silver wolf’s tongue) – but then he notes her glare, and while the iciness of her voice nearly incentivizes him further, he catches himself. A short silence simmers between them. “You’re right,” he intones past the residual tightness in his throat. “I shouldn’t have yelled.” He steps toward her, the hard light of his eyes flickering in the darkness as he glances to the black creature poised defiantly between her antlers. “I’m sorry.” His gaze lowers slightly, searching to meet Pyxis’ own. Daemron knew he had overreacted. The events of the day had frayed his nerves short. “Pyxis, I’m sorry.” He could no longer stand how her eyes had shut against him, and so he moves to hold her – if only she would let him. Slowly, the adrenaline and the brooding dissipates; though in its place comes the worry. Lupine’s brush with the wolves sits ill in his stomach, and he finds himself thinking of the life that was yet to come. “I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you.” His nose dips to press fervently against her side. “To either of you.” The worry pounds through him, drumming in rhythm with a quickening pulse as he imagines the dangers that could threaten his family. “You and the baby – you’re all that matters to me.” The murmur is rife with his emotion, and for a moment he steels himself against the thrum of anxiety by cradling Pyxis close. Silently, he asks for her forgiveness with the brush of a kiss upon splashed mahogany skin. Then he lifts his head, looking pointedly at Lupine before uttering his next words, more evenly this time. “It’s our job to look out for you right now, so your aunt and I need you to stay here. Can you do that, Lupine?” daemron lost to the hunt as I was to you

@[laura] & @[insane]