Blacktail Deer Plateau & she raised her shield against the horror of her enemy’s eyes

The scent of blood filled the air. It was none of his business... he thought over and over. There was no need for him to get involved in another's affairs. He had no ties with another that would demand for him to place himself between others in the midst of a squabble - and yet he found himself walking swiftly into the direction with which the scent had come from. Fresh, the battle was still raging on and near by.

Once the dancing duo came into view, his pace quickened. Rosencrantz wasn't aware that the white female was the same that he had met previously, quickly, but he remembered her nonetheless. As he approached, the quiet solider aimed an open maw at the male, the agressor as he was focused on his prey. Rosencrantz would soon make this his business as he aimed a bite on the side of the male in question, where the shoulder met the arm, coming up from behind.

For a moment, he forgot all about the missing eye...