[Danger always sharpens his senses. He feels alive even as terror thunders through him. Ritsu comes down on top of him and he shifts to accommodate and take advantage of the motion. He tenses, ready to bolt but the attack he had been expecting doesn’t come.
Dimly he is aware the crossbow was dropped and Ritsu had shouted. It sounded like a command or a plea. He doesn’t know which it is. He waits with his heart thudding fast. He had been careless. He had gotten so used to shapeshifting meaning strength and mass. He forgot.
Safety is something made.
The bird glares. He looks coolly back at it from between Rotsu’s shielding arms. He twists and reaches up to lightly pat his friend’s arm with one paw. He can’t speak. All that comes out is a little grunt. Another pat. He’s okay.]
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Dimly he is aware the crossbow was dropped and Ritsu had shouted. It sounded like a command or a plea. He doesn’t know which it is. He waits with his heart thudding fast. He had been careless. He had gotten so used to shapeshifting meaning strength and mass. He forgot.
Safety is something made.
The bird glares. He looks coolly back at it from between Rotsu’s shielding arms. He twists and reaches up to lightly pat his friend’s arm with one paw. He can’t speak. All that comes out is a little grunt. Another pat. He’s okay.]