That, Dean, was extremely stupid. But Eliot didn't have either strength or ability to rebuke him right now. Later... if they could survive through the night.
While the change had weakened him, Eliot had kept an unbelievably tight grip on his wolf such that when he cracked open his eyes, the same sharp blue gaze of the retrieval specialist stared out from that furry face. Intelligence lingered there too, as well as recognition, and it was without a doubt that Eliot knew Dean.
Yet somehow, miraculously, when Dean moved near him, he felt the fighting will, that ever present rage that was the core of the beast he mentally caged, dampen slightly. It wasn't gone, but it seemed that the wolf was less interested in tearing Dean apart.
Not that it could even if Eliot's control slipped. As he more or less expected, until he rested a good while he was too tired to do much more than nudge his snout slightly in the hunter's direction.
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Date: 2013-04-14 07:52 am (UTC)While the change had weakened him, Eliot had kept an unbelievably tight grip on his wolf such that when he cracked open his eyes, the same sharp blue gaze of the retrieval specialist stared out from that furry face. Intelligence lingered there too, as well as recognition, and it was without a doubt that Eliot knew Dean.
Yet somehow, miraculously, when Dean moved near him, he felt the fighting will, that ever present rage that was the core of the beast he mentally caged, dampen slightly. It wasn't gone, but it seemed that the wolf was less interested in tearing Dean apart.
Not that it could even if Eliot's control slipped. As he more or less expected, until he rested a good while he was too tired to do much more than nudge his snout slightly in the hunter's direction.