Wheeling Gull Isle bismil

He can feel it, see it, seconds before it actually sets into motion. The realization of the inevitable. There is a clear pattern of events in his head of what he wants to happen – hip-check Seelie out of the way of danger, try to get a hold of the other man’s shoulder or scruff and leverage his weight to take him to the ground, maybe find a way to pin him there and hold him until he comes to his senses.

And then there is what actually happens instead.

Seelie is a dark blur in motion before he can move to shove her out of the way; fast, faster than him. No! He means to shout it, but the word catches in his throat as Aditya’s jaws meet his neck. He snarls, lips wrenched back across teeth, but he knows the collar will keep the other man from sinking his teeth in too deeply, an attempt to do so would do more damage to the inside of his mouth than it would to the Gampr’s throat. He has worn the collar since he was a yearling, he trusts it to protect those vital weak spots. Instead of trying to maneuver away he pushes forward into the attack but he is limited in how he can retaliate because of Seelie’s presence, so he makes an attempt to salvage part of his plan – snapping at Aditya’s shoulder to try and get a hold of him in hopes of still getting a chance to wrestle him to the ground. He needs to somehow get Seelie out of the way first though so she doesn’t get trampled or squashed or worse – damnit, Seelie, what are you doing. This should be between him and Aditya, no one else. It is his job to protect Seelie, to protect the seawolves. If anyone is to be injured, it should be him, not the Aralez nor anyone else.

He’s too focused on what is happening directly in front of him to be aware of anything in his periphery; he doesn’t see Rokig coming until he is right upon them and it’s too late to really react in any way other than to think – oh crap – and realize that 'Io is most likely seconds from joining the fray as well.