Blackfeather Woods the old gods and the new

The dance of their fighting had been an exhausting one, and it seemed as though Damien's advantage was slowly, yet surely, ensuring him a victory. After having been forced to the ground, Atshen attempted to counter with all of his might to make sure that the Disgrace would not finish him off for good. Frankly, it wasn't looking good for the two-toned Silencer. But it seemed as though fate had other plans for him. 

A body was pushed between the two wolves, and Atshen quickly discovered that it was none only then his star-kissed sibling. Despite their questionable past and his lack of empathy for most, he found himself worrying for the well-being of her. As she took his blows, Atshen acted quickly in pulling himself from the weight of Damien's hold so that he could get some distance between them. His breaths were ragged as he positioned himself just behind Astrid. 

"Don't demand anything of her," Atshen panted harshly, finding it rather difficult to even stand let alone spurt out a comprehensive thought. Even with his inner-most desires tempting him to surge forward and somehow end the other's life, even he knew he was not in shape to do so. Finding himself on a particularly defensive tirade, he continued in pursuit of his sister's honour-- whether she asked for it or not. "I-If I ever hear of you mistreating her, I'll kill you." Despite his fatigue, he somehow found the strength to utter such a threat. As poorly as the battle had gone today, Atshen would find a way to get better and finally defeat the disgrace of a wolf.