bone mountain

So much for peace and quiet.

An outcry rose behind him, reverberating like a war horn. The oncoming race towards them merited a swivel of the head, eyes wide despite the snarl creeping over his face. Incredulity grounded him, unable to move. Moonlight silhouetting the enraged Kerosene, an inferno heading right for him. The wolverine should have moved but his utter surprise at the attack left him immobilized. Kerosene sunk his teeth into Tatsuya's right shoulder, forcing him out and away or risk bloodying himself. Tatsuya was not a small wolf by any means but there was force behind Kerosene's movements. Possibly fueled by momentum or adrenaline. Nevertheless, Tatsuya followed through with Kerosene's demands, descending and tumbling away from Tonravik and her mate.

Fur hung from the others jaws, ripped from the Epsilon as he rolled into a standing stance, backing away from his aggressor. A sizable patch of flesh glistened under moonshine. No blood beaded from the rough treatment, but it would assuredly bruise. How could he have attacked one of his own like that? Attacking from behind, startling not only him but Tonravik as well. Just what was this about, exactly? Has he offended Iqniq in some sibylline fashion yet again? Grow up.

Was this about the buffalo hunt? No...No, it was more than that. Tatsuya could see it now: the fed up Alpha in front of his mate, blindingly green with an emotion the wolverine did not see often. Jealousy. Oh my. Tatsuya waited, countenance easing into one nondescript. He would remain here until Tonravik cast out the wolverine herself, not her covetous boy toy, as he has proven himself a marionette to emotion more than instinct. Disappointing, but not unexpected. Kerosene could try to force him out but Tatsuya did not move to engage him, gaze anticipative. You done?