King Elk Forest Ungrateful

Should he have been a normal wolf, surely he would’ve been crushed by a pair of wolves ambushing him at once. But no, he was Stormy Boy, and ole Stormy didn’t give up for shit. Now that didn’t go without saying he didn’t get wounded - he got tore the hell up. Both Phox and Cami latching to him at once, he was tied at both ends. 

She came back a whoopin blur, cutting and whittling at his shoulders until he felt hurt enough to snap at her, nabbing that tender bossom of hers before she retreated yet again. She was a zippy one! 

Adding to that, turning back to Phox’s persistent ass, his opponents jaws dragged directly across Storms eye. The immediate pain he had gotten was excruciating,and in a blind rage, he bumrished the smaller male, intent on just thrashing his jaws around to cut and kill whatever. 

This bastard was on Death’s door, knocking and slamming the damn bell-

“Stop! Stop! I’ll go if you stop!” Like an idiot, Storm just had enough out of her. Obviously this daft bloke had been special enough for her to nearly get killed for her. But the problem? SHE FUCKIN STARTED THIS. 

“You a trouble makin bedswerva, dolly. And best believe this ain’t ova yet” Storm pulled himself off of the Phox. Pissed off. That was all this bitter man was now. Just pissed off. Pissed off that he had to waste his time with this shit, pissed off that he had to get hurt, pissed off he couldn’t see out of his other eye now, pissed off he hadn’t just raped her ass and called it quits. And most certainly pissed off Gwen had put him through this.