[He feels - good. Calmer than he has in days, and it's only when he realizes that that he wonders if something is wrong. Shaking his head, trying to clear it, Scott closes his eyes; when he opens them again, his eyes are red, and he sees things the way he does as a wolf.
And he swears, he sees wildlife - aligning itself.
He breaks into a jog, and from there practically stumbles on Dillon, curled up in his ball. It makes him wary, but he blinks the red from his eyes, and approaches carefully.]
Hey, man.
[His voice is soft, unsure: Dillon is so powerful, but it'll be okay. It'll all be okay.]
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And he swears, he sees wildlife - aligning itself.
He breaks into a jog, and from there practically stumbles on Dillon, curled up in his ball. It makes him wary, but he blinks the red from his eyes, and approaches carefully.]
Hey, man.
[His voice is soft, unsure: Dillon is so powerful, but it'll be okay. It'll all be okay.]
Can I help you?