Sequoia Coast you're tearing me apart, lisa

sorry for the hold up kids. kierke out.

They were too occupied with their own qualms to notice that Arrille was listening, and his young limbs were carrying him away from the fight that was unfolding. Kierkegaard watched him with a careful gaze, waiting to see if any of the Drageda wolves would attempt to pursue; only one did. The ashen brute watched a pale form chase after his young apprentice and he curled his lip. The two youthful wolves were nearly out of his sight before he turned back to face the mess before him; fangs and limbs clashing together violently. Something in the pit of his gut urged him to leap into the battle and wreak havoc on the tenderfoot wolves before him, but he knew that it was not yet his place.

Turning, the ghost abandoned the call of the war for another task. It did not soothe the burning inside of him, but Kierkegaard knew that Arrille was his priority and he was not to return to the sound without the younger wolf in tow. So, he pushed aside all thought of his pack mates and their conflict. If they had started the mayhem, they could certain bring an end to it. Just as he had arrived on the scene, the ragged man departed in pursuit of Arrille and the young wolf who had followed.