Sleeping Dragon there is only one god and his name is death

His muscles are coiled tight, readied to spring with all the force he stored within them when the simple command met his ears. It came as a go-ahead from the dark commander and he would ponder it at no greater length for there was no need. He had no mercy in this moment and with the alpha's ruling behind him, he meant to function as absolution. Dio did not question it, and did not feel like hesitation had any place. She had signed the deathwish the moment she'd allowed her brain or nose or both to fail her so spectacularly to land her here.

The gold-furred guardian swung for the motion meant to signal her end in silence, but the intruder had other ideas.

Dio's jaws crunched shut with a frustrated snarl and with the scent of piss strong on his nose, he prepared to adjust yet again as she made to flee with horrid noises accompanying her. There was a brief collision between her and Lucani, but it at least gave him time to pivot and begin his own chase, even if speed was not his greatest skill.

Slippery little shit he swore to himself and sped after her alongside Lucani. He would not relent until the borderlands were well past his back.