[Dextera gets another, sudden growl, but it tapers off into a low whine. The ears are still flat, but Damian is watchful until he turns the wolfish head back forward. The light is dimmer, better. A sour comfort.
All of his muscles feel raw and tense against his bones. There's no way for him to be able to push himself into the tree, to disappear into it. He's not afraid of Dextera killing him, hurting him. He hurts already. The muzzle lowers; he doesn't snarl or jerk away even if his eyes watch all of Dextera's movements.
More than anything, he's terrified he's going to hurt Dextera instead.]
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All of his muscles feel raw and tense against his bones. There's no way for him to be able to push himself into the tree, to disappear into it. He's not afraid of Dextera killing him, hurting him. He hurts already. The muzzle lowers; he doesn't snarl or jerk away even if his eyes watch all of Dextera's movements.
More than anything, he's terrified he's going to hurt Dextera instead.]