Broken Boulder Crucible of Broken Blouder

Leila was finding herself being continuously patted by the gentleman, her flank and shoulders being lightly bumped every other step. It didn't hurt her, nor did it upset her. If anything, it was the closest feeling of being in a pack she had in quite some time, and knowing there were 8 paws around rather than just one eased the gentle girl into a sense of security. Eventually it pettered out, taking with it her little smidge of ridiculously felt protection. She actually missed bumping him.

Leila kind of wanted to stick with him, no matter what task he set himself to. This one she had joined because it had peaked her interest too, but even before she had genuinely wanted to get to know him. He seemed just, well, nice. Other than a bit on the bad side of Nature, he seemed like a nice wolf. Handsome and strong, she was sure he would go out and get into all kinds of dangerous arrangements, but hopefully, if she were there with him, she would be able to help him get better.

Onward they moved, low and ears near further than their own snouts as they attempted finding out what really was going on here. Minty irises turned to the verdes of the man, one ear focused on him while the other was forward straining to figure everything out all at once.

He had told her the expected number of assailants, and she bit back a whimper. That was quite a few, and if they were large enough, they might not get out of this in one piece. They had arrived in the brush of the clearing, their gazes peeled forward more intense than anything she could have vied for. What her sight took in chilled her bones as the realization hit. A lone mother, trying her hardest to protect her pups was slaughtered without any sense of mercy, no care, none. It was a brutal thing, and leila couldn't understand what happened next, but it was all a blur as her common sense and connection on reality hit nonexitence. It just snapped off, like some branch plucked from a tree.

At first she was standing next to the charming man next to her, his righteous fury paired with her disbeliving horror, but then the next she had heard him say something. In the back of her mind, she heard him, but he was behind her, in she spot where she had left him. She was...she was in the clearing! Her once soft and silked down pelt now bristled as her own wrath was evoked, her gleaming pearl daggers flashing with intent, and a sound she had never once come from her soft spoken voice- a roaring snarl that was put on near even parr with the first shakes of thunder, itself. She was a feaful thing, something immaculate in savagery as her instincts were pulled by emotions she hadn't quite yet gotten an understanding of.

Like a dart she charged in, her lunge keenly aimed at the beast that dared to attempt tearing the life away from the youth, a future, a soul, a potential mate for one, the daughter of two, the one who deserved to live. She was mad, and if she was lunging at a fully grown bear, she still would have not regretted it. She was mad, and she would have justice served, today.