Meadowlark Prairie the irony of dying on your birthday

As he silently watched the sick female, Van's ears twitched as he caught sound of Potema's request, the male's cold sapphire eyes peering to the darker hued female momentarily and then gradually to the male that soon took his leave from the gathered group. Pausing as the woman unsteadily picked herself up, the Tyro began to take a step forward toward the afflicted woman as requested, only to find himself being greeted by a set of pearly whites. With this, a low rumble sounded within his throat in response, his eyes glared back at the woman and the fur upon his back bristled on end as he then placed his paw back to the ground. Silently, Van positioned himself beside Potema once again, ears pivoting a top his head as the woman went on to explain that she was not sick and that it was just merely pain within her joints that hurt more than anything.

The brute couldn't help but glare from a distance at the pained woman, his cold eyes slowly looking to the raven colored woman as she also attempted to tend to this stranger. Quietly he stood and listened to the others words, his bushy silver and white tail giving a thrash behind him as he turned his attention to his pack mate.