An eye for an eye and the world goes blind
Knowing that the small squirrels were responsible for the fires and seeing them ignite and catch flame was something else entirely. Watching the energy ripple along each petite, keratin spike was almost mesmerizing, but then the creature seemed to ignite before their very eyes in a similar fashion to how the trees of the forests would catch flame. Suddenly, without much warning, and dangerously.
Verdant eyes peered at the tiny creatures, watching their reactions. The flaming one, alarmed and almost guilty. The other, chittering angrily at its fellow as though speaking of a potential warning. Feeling quite lost as to what to do, or how to remedy the situation, Somnus took in a deep, measured breath before releasing it slowly. Turning his head about to face Oriens, the Dawn King searched his beloved patron’s expression for some kind of guidance, for some kind of sign. He hadn’t a clue what to do or how to help when they could not understand one another with words.
Flicking an ear back in thought, Somnus slowly approached the squirrels but with caution. Ever so slowly, or as slowly as his much larger body could manage, the dunalino folded his legs and let himself kneel down upon the earth, then shifted, landing upon the ground before the squirrels so that he was laying. Legs folded close to his sides, Somnus peered quizzically at the two squirrels, then smiled, adapting to the soft tones he would use whenever soothing Regis on a particularly rough night.
Once more, he turned his head to briefly glance at the others around them. None of them would harm the squirrels, that much Somnus was certain. Looking back, he smiled softly.
