[wolfie]

➻ WORMBITE || RIVERCLAN SHIELD || HE/HIM || @canineantics

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The Dark Lord was surprised to feel a gently nose against his scarred shoulder and he winced away, almost as if he had been burned. Fear flashing through his cloudy eyes, but he seemed to settle almost completely when he realized who it was. Friend. Pikestar. Wormbite didn't.. have his words, uh, they ran away. Fled to the wind but, he offered a honk of gratitude. He was safe. He'll be fine when he was able to get home.

He shakily pushed himself to his paws, taking Pikestar's help and leaning against the warm pelt of the warrior. Slow breaths. He smelt like moss and reeds. He followed step after step, eyes flickered close with a content expression. His heart still felt as if it was stuttering, and there was still a burning sensation under his fur, but it was beginning to fade into a small buzz. Stars above, Wormbite was tired. If he didn't feel obliged to come to the Gatherings, he would gladly stay home.

The oriental was beginning to purr lowly, his voice low and crackling at parts, but it comforted him and.. he liked being able to verbally express his affection. (This was.. nice, feeling safe was such a rarity these days to him.)