Whitebark Stream An exercise in futility

Palisander was angered even more when another male howled back to him. Almost like the other was taunting him that he had his female. Palisander had never thought so possessively over Isley but in the most non sexual manner she was his friend first and Palisander was loyal towards his friends. Perhaps his motives were that of more than a friend but that was not something he was going to debate now.

He charged forward when seeing Isley with the massive giant of a male. He let out a huff, though as he approached he heard something behind him. He looked over his shoulder as he traveling to Isley, who was also trying to flee. Towards him it seemed. Instead of charging at the giant Palisander moved to Isley. His eye on the giant and trying to keep an eye on the dark male. This might work in their favor.

He nudged Isley briefly. "Run. I will be right behind you," he urged her. Palisander had a plan and he needed the dark male for that. He growled at the giant, hackles raised, to show the black male that he was on his side. His blood orange eyes taking in the black male. "Lets attack him together!,' he called out to the dark male. However Palisander had no such intentions. Once the black male would charge the giant he would take a run for it and catch up with Isley. Hence why he kept some distance between him and the giant. Hopefully the dark male would have more drive for a fight than he had.