Silvertip Mountain if this is how you folks make art it’s fucking depressing

completely undeterred by the prospect of shedding blood (his own or the other's), surya went right for the face.

he careened onto the scene, coming parallel with merrick as the one-eyed man cut off the intruder. while ursus's fearless leader provided strategic cover, surya snapped at the tan muzzle, hoping to score some wounds as he did so.

once he got the chance, he ducked his head, trying to cover his own visage from returning blows. but he was well a part of the fray now, and took it upon himself to suffer—

it was better that he was harmed by the interloper than merrick or vesta. they could spare him; ursus couldn't spare the others.