Haunted Wood If you build it, he will come

Each step forward was like lightening traveling across the surface of his skin. Closer he drew to the sound, drawn into the back and forth despite himself. It should not matter what happened here. She was in no way affiliated with the Spine. Instinct told him to turn around, ignore the oncoming storm, but he stepped onward, heart thrumming, blocking out the sound. The spitfire moved with a quickness, nearly unnoticeable. Watching her flee in earnest propelled him forward. She is not one of yours! Turn around! He could not. Was it some underlying need to aid the smaller wolf? What drove him into the fray? Or did the cut of this guy's jib really piss him off? A bit of both, actually.
INDENTTatsuya charged the unknown assailant, aiming to ram him, make him lose his footing. Would be better if the bastard tripped over himself, to sprawl beneath him, to invite his fangs. My teeth to your neck, maggot.