Wapun Meadow that hurt like a buttcheek on a stick

Though the words sparked something within him, calling out to the untamed beast from his youth, he did not react.

Not immediately.

He was eerily silent and as still as a statue, gaze unwavering as the male’s ear was torn from his head—good. The flashes of ivory and crimson were what finally made him spring into action—and spring he did, becoming nothing more than a ghostly blur as he lunged towards Nikan with jaws agape. The brute both challenged and threatened the young king, then proved himself ballsy enough to touch that which belonged to Alexander—mistake after mistake after mistake.

There were no restraints to hold him back, no morals to keep him from going too far—there was nothing but teeth and fury. He aimed his jaws at the man’s face immediately, seeking anything he could reach—eyes, primarily—to tear into. He would not allow for any of his pack to be so blatantly disrespected, especially not his friend and most certainly not himself.