[ With White dragging the other wolf back, Arthur throws remaining hesitance out, steps forward - not getting directly between but sidestepping along Eames' left. His voice normally low anyway is emphatic but hushed, the stern sort of snap in his tone almost military with a hand raised, palm forward, the other brought back to his throat. ]
Eames! Hey. You in there? Look at me!
[ Look at me.
And it's still more about the increase in volume and the weight thrown into the command than the words, really.
In his peripheral vision he keeps note of White still going at a retreating pace - not slow but not too fast either, understandable with the squirming tangle of limbs and fur in his hold. But they're far enough away that Arthur moves further, slightly in front of the forger, repeating his name and hey, hey just on the basis of keeping his attention.
White being vampiric, well, he's better equipped to take care of his canine problem than Arthur is, so he trusts him to it, having his own to deal with. ]
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Eames! Hey. You in there? Look at me!
[ Look at me.
And it's still more about the increase in volume and the weight thrown into the command than the words, really.
In his peripheral vision he keeps note of White still going at a retreating pace - not slow but not too fast either, understandable with the squirming tangle of limbs and fur in his hold. But they're far enough away that Arthur moves further, slightly in front of the forger, repeating his name and hey, hey just on the basis of keeping his attention.
White being vampiric, well, he's better equipped to take care of his canine problem than Arthur is, so he trusts him to it, having his own to deal with. ]