Firefly Glen weep for yourself

ooc; Poor damn Markus xD

He was too busy wallowing in his own pity to even remotely notice the other wolf. Maybe if he'd been paying even the slightest bit of attention, he could have smelled or heard something to tip him off that he was not so alone. As it were, Markus was an oblivious idiot and he could have just as easily been eaten by a bear as heard the sharp ring of the voice cutting through his foggy misery.

Markus' gray head shot up, ears forward. In one mere moment he remembered the Moonspear wolves and their threat about the Glen, the one he now lay within. The attack that had led to the break down and act of cowardly confusion that had made him run. The black pelts, the coldness of their eyes...he was on his feet. In the darkness lit by fireflies he snarled, hair at attention along his shoulders and spine. His teeth gleamed and his amber eyes shone bright with a mad sort of fear, darting around to find the source of the voice and looking for more in the shadows. 

​He was terrified and his body had, probably foolishly, chosen fight instead of flight.