Phantom Hollow There can be only Two (For my little Chicken Pox <3)

The moon was full...

             ...there was irony to be found in that but also a sense of calm. To be sure Makaro felt trauma having been powerless to help a pack that never fully accepted him but never out right rejected him either. If this was a night to die the surely... No! -This was no time to be content! This was no time to smile and close his eyes like prey and accept fate. -This was a time to be angry, angry that he failed, angry that he was powerless, angry for the weakness of his pack, angry that the others that slaughtered the whole of his life didn't even find him worthy of killing. This was an insult even one so young as he understood full and well.

Crusted in blood his only good eye looked to the stars breathing through the one nostril not clogged with blood mixed mucus.

Spirits be damned and the whole of this Wood be damned if he allowed himself to-- ...a twig snapped close by melting all mental bravery... -The one good eyes swiveled within his skull around to see what was near as his own body fell upon itself from wounds sustained to assist the effort. In the shadows only Teeth and two large glowing orange eyes so unnatural to this realm. Suddenly all that hype was gone, everything building him up wasted, when those eyes froze him in place. Worse yet they belonged to something massive too large to be a wolf. It must have been a bear but as the moonlight revealed the totality of this behemoth Makaro knew the figure of a Wolf all too well. A Lone feral? 

Spirits... -breath seized and he trembled but not of fear. -Yes of course he was scared but not of this creature that suddenly spawned within the Night but in the fact he was about to never grow older and seek out those responsible for this day. 

Closer Slade drew and the tremors intensified but the stare Makaro gave was unwavering. It would be the easiest meal the Loner could manage for sure but that eye would burrow into him forever if Makaro could help it. Even if Slade couldn't see it...

Just as teeth should have ended it all right there Makaro winced on the edge of death and felt himself lifted skyward! That good eye burst open to see his paws dangling and the King of Night whisking him away to Spirits knows where. One question plagued the pup forcing it to manifest on his aching tongue, "why...?"