Wheeling Gull Isle bismil

There was a pain in his shoulder, likely caused by the graze of someone's teeth alas he could not figure out who. It didn't matter because he knew who his target was. Even their cries of an apology did not soothe the fire that had been set ablaze in his belly.

He did not see Seelie pull away or collapse, did not recognize any of the others who had attempted to help break down this threat. His eyes could only see the foreign male. Rokig aimed to slam into him again. To keep pushing him away from everyone. He growled sharply as he attempted his herding. The wordless message was clear. Leave.