Max turned his head to look and see Kieara tugging on his arm, hearing her tell him that she was alright. To which he released his grip on her father and backed off, his eyes returning to their normal color and his long fangs residing. He stood there a moment, staring at Kieara's father, then at the smashed plate on the floor, careful not to step on any of the broken pieces. He was breathing heavily, all that adrenaline and anger that had built up, was still trying to be released or held back. He just hated to see her get attacked like that. Why it was, he wasn't exactly sure on what it was called.<br/><br/>Glancing back over to Kieara, he looked at her holding his arm. He sighed, exhaling as he stared at her. Why it was her that calmed him down, he didn't know that either. Maybe it was because he had a slight bond with her? That she wasn't like other humans who were corrupt with anger and wanting to destroy another person. In nature, he could see that as being natural, but just seeing a human do it, just angered him.