Chimera Fields long intervals of horrible sanity

It was as his call into the air that an eerie stillness followed, adding an uncomfortable weight upon his broad shoulders. He strained his eyes and cupped his ears forward, not daring to move any closer in fear that this wolf might not be his brother. Upon further observation, Rannoch found that the wolf before seemed almost like a wayward shadow.

But soon enough, the reply came.

Rannoch’s heart froze at the other’s reply, still uncertain if this situation was reality or fantasy. For good measure, the child blinked a few times in an attempt to see if the distant figure was really there and not a figment of his imagination. It was only when the shadow lurched forward that Rannoch came to the conclusion that he was not imagining the scene before him.

He quickly snapped into action, dropped himself in an attempt to take the hit head on. Rounding his shoulders, Rannoch let out a fierce snarl and lashed his tail. Questions flooded through his mind as he watched his brother’s advance though one seemed dominate the masses: why is he attacking me?

He was unsure. All he could do at that point was counter in an attempt to knock some sense into the raven-haired wolf. Perhaps then he would learn why Cypress had felt the need to attack.