CAUSE IT'S LEFT RIGHT LEFT ☆ o, panic attack

[ETERNALKNIGHT.]

I'LL NEVER BE YOUR CHOSEN ONE

If there was something Eternalknight was acquainted with, it was loss, grief, and pain. He'd grown to know them like the back of his own paws, something that often weighed down his own mind. He'd been spending a lot of time in his shared home, attempting to cope with the turmoil in his heart and recover from their long trip. He would occasionally escape into town but, he found that sometimes he just didn't have the energy. He'd been struggling to clean out his leg, after getting the muck and grime all in it from the treck through the territory.

It's part of what sent him out into town, prosthetic leg remaining in his home. The compression sleeve still wrapped around the partial leg as he made his way around the camp. He often times would relax with the leg off, so it wasn't too strange to see him without it.

A flurry of activity caught the feline's attention and he turned towards the sound, surprised to see the injured golden lion. Worried, he hurried over, tucking his front leg under him to kneel closer to the lion. He recognized the signs of a panic attack quickly, careful not too touch the other. He would lay in front of the lion, his face a good foot from the others. He'd keep his breath level with the other's. "hey, vee listen to me." he said softly, stretching his singular front paw forwards. It would stop halfway between the two, an offer but no invading the other's space. "Zou vill be okay, it vill be vine, I promise," he said soothingly. "I neek zou to visten as best zou can, I need zou to take a deep breath, okay?"

SO CRAWL ON MY BELLY 'TIL THE SUN GOES DOWN
I'LL NEVER WEAR YOUR BROKEN CROWN

— Reggan