The Sunspire knocking on devil's door

Hope it's okay if I pop in with my little creeper... :x

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Today probably was not the best day for Summer to be attempting to shadow the pack's Beta wolf--a fact the young wolf came to quickly as he came upon him just as he was lashing out at a strange red wolf he had never before seen. He had just come to a stop as his friend had come into view, about a quarter of a mile away. The smile that graced his face was brief, for he was quick to sense the tension in the air, and even quicker came the beginning of a fight.

The Demonte-Ostrega froze in place, caught between two opposite and immediate reactions--one to run away, and another to run in and help (Fortunately, in moments where the adrenaline pulsed in his veins, it pushed his anxiety into non-existence). The Ostrega in him urged him forward into the fray to bravely help his friend, but the sensibility that came from his mother held him in place. What good could he do in a situation such as this? A thought came to him, and he prowled forward a few yards to act on it.

Summer kept his distance from the fight, but the desire to at least be a witness for his pack as to what happened was strong in him. He was ready to leap in if required, but his faith in Jace's ability held him at bay. Eyes of ripe lemon scanned the line of strange wolves that had come to disrespect their land, landing on a wolf similar to his own age and size. At least there was one Summer could take if for some reason he needed to. The call sounded from the red wolf--he assumed their alpha--for them to leave, though, so Summer held tight and watched with trepidation for his packmates, hackles raised defensively as the battle unfolded.

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