"You okay, kid?" Sherani asks, resting a hand on Ureck's shoulder. The collie's distress is plain as day; even to the obtuse shifter, his body language practically screams "trapped rat."<span style="font-style: italic">Poor kid- barely my age, and already he's a nervous wreck. I mean, he did okay in that fight back there, what good izzat if he's gonna get all jittery afterwards? How's he s'posed to play backup if he can't stay cool in a tight spot? He'll flake out and get himself caught- wolf chow by the end of the week, fer sure!</span><br/><br/>Well, there's only one thing to do: she'll have to hammer some courage into Ureck. And lucky for her, it's available in liquid form...<br/><br/>"I know exactly what you need," she grins before leaning over the bar to find Vincent, still rummaging for supplies. "Hey, Vinny! While you're back there, ya got anything for nerves? We got a<span style="font-weight: bold">bad</span>case up here!"