Sequoia Coast you're tearing me apart, lisa

what restraint ingram had when he bid to push furi aside was immediately abandoned as he witnessed the blood of his brother shed. furi was an acquaintence, but lycaon was his blood -- to see any wolf assail his brother brought a furious and frothy explosion of energy in ingram's steps.

with a snarl he tried to fling himself on furi then, his jaws hinging open in the attempt to clutch the back of her scruff and pin her. if he contacted her, he would attempt to throw her down into the dirt - anything to lessen her assault against lycaon. she was closest to him and the most distracted -- had it been blixen in her place, he would have attempted the same attack with the same intensity.

he did not hold back this time -- he was twice the age of even the oldest of the adolescent group, and by proxy of their age gap, had considerably more muscle development and weight against them. their teeth were just as sharp as his, surely, but he was confident in his step as he retaliated to their violence with his own brand of murderous rampage. as blixen pulled close behind him he felt pain sear his haunches -- reacting immediately to the sensation, he attempted to push hard against furi and use that momentum to propel himself towards blixen with his fangs bared and jaws lashing for payback.

it did not occur to ingram to escape; he was fighting tooth and claw now for the safety of his brother, and that was the only thing that enveloped his mind as he fended off his attackers.