Boartusk Heights holy, unholy, beast and divine

the wildcat followed the hog into the thick cut of trees with a lean-limbed prowl that carried him swiftly enough not to alert the animal of it's shadow. tusk had imagined that he was doing a fine job of tailing after his mark until he heard the fumbling of stones and the sharp breath of a snarl. with cupped ears and a callous expression, the cur halted his limber frame in its tracks. it was then that his dull yellow gaze caught sight of a familiar shape; the same creature he had met on the mountain not long before. surely, the other wolf would not allow for the prized meal to escape into the thick of the wood. tusk met him with a surly expression, unsure as to why the wolf would not act on instinct and spring forward with gaping jaws.

it seemed instead that the other fellow snapped his teeth and snarled. the hog reacted with wild eyes and kicked rocks before planting itself between the two wolves. tusk made his figure less imposing and hunkered toward the earth with an arched back that displayed a wild show of spiked hair. his crown was lowered closer to the earth to protect his throat from the weapons that jutted out of the prey animal's mouth. his lean limbs moved slowly – not lacking purpose – but with enough force to keep himself in the head of the fearful and violent creature. the dull lightless yellow of his gaze searched the other brute before fixating on the swine; he aimed to keep himself as a means to block any escape.