Ouroboros Spine And yet the menace of the years

*Barges in* Sorry!

Blood

It stirred Ivitaruk's lips back to a silent snarl, and with swift paws, he made his way to the source. A scowl darkened his features as the crimson male strode forward, and uttering a low growl, his tail gave a lash in the air, his brown eyes falling not upon Tonravik, but the stranger who stood beside her in the lake. "What happened?" It was not a question that left room for debate to whether it would be answered or not -- 'Taruk's own form lifted with his rank, wondering if the other would attempt to press upon him a surge of dominance.

But the true reason he stood there, his paws upon the water, was for information. As an aspiring guardian and warrior of Tartok, it would not do for him to be absent in moments like these, and he felt a surge of frustration that Tonravik had been harmed whilst he remain ignorant.