Two Rivers Isle One's loss, another's gain

He was on the beast within a heartbeat, maw agape and fangs sinking deep into the bears flesh as his cranium lashed from side to side. Naivety drove him to seek him primal urges, releasing his sanity to let him instincts rule his body and do what a wolf must do. Wracking snarls made his whole body shiver as he mirrored his fellows actions, planting his forepaws upon the bears hide to ensure he had a force to push against. Perhaps he served only as a distraction to the beast, yet as his inferno orbs caught sight of a flash of white, a surge of envy coursed through his veins. He wanted to take down the monster; to prove to his Royals that he was not just a meek yearling cowering and pleading for their protection but that he was a worthy soldier of their empire that would serve and protect his own.

Blinded by his bloodlust and the urge to feed and protect, he did not see the great paw looming above his form, only turning to snap at its heated pads the instant it made contact with his flank. A howling grimace exploded from his lungs as he turned on the object that had just hit him, teeth bared and ears pinned to his scalp as he twisted to sink his canines into its tender flesh. Maybe the bear had not started this carnage; perhaps he and the others should've left the beast to wither away in peace yet the screams of the whelp were still ringing in his ears, spurring on his every move. The creature had brought his ending upon himself by harming one of their own and for that he must pay; whether the final blow be dealt by Malice or Aeronwyn, it would not matter, just that his body would soon become a life source for them all.