Haunted Wood Mama, we all go to hell

The great bear of a wolf has been lying about their territory. His strong back leaned against a lonely oak, the ivory hues behind his fluttering lids tired. He was slowly falling into a light sleep. Until he hears faint yelling. His eyes blink open once again, his ears swivel on his head, the tag attached to his left ear cause it to twitch irritably. Lying there like a cat basking in the sun, he listens, deciding not to move unless it sounds urgent and not just the pups or his other pack members messing about.

Then everything changes once he begins hearing the savage roars of a fight happening. The ones he know all too well. Little did he know that a training session had become a battle for life and limb.

His brows furrow and his muscles flex as he stands to his full, monstrous height. His face hardening in suspicion and concern. Then he hears the ever so sweet Clarence screaming for the raven furred wolf he seems to have befriended. Her name, then the unmistakable word help coming from him, worry and panic fills his voice.

Paws kicking up dirt as he sets into a dead sprint, Clarence is high priority to Santi and he will protect him at all costs. Running as fast as he can to the sound of sheer panic, his eyes land on that usually beautifully white coat of Clarence’s. Though now it’s not so white. That beautiful crimson stains him everywhere. He’s stunned momentarily, always wanting to see him covered in that sweet life fluid and once he finally does, Santi knows it’s not good.

Running up to his companion his porcelain hues slide up and down Clarences form before looking to his new pack mate. Memory’s face and neck are so covered in blood one could only stare in astonishment. Not a good start for Clarence in his new home. 

Santi looks back to the piebald boy and crouches down enough to slip his muzzle under his chin, just like the first time they met and stand him up. He gazes down to him then. “What is this, Clarence?” He asks, accent thick and voice soothing. “Did you do this?”