Ravensblood Forest Fear

As told, mindfulness would be present during Violante's absence. There was a second female within the territory; she was one experienced certain mishaps that would possibly require attention... not to mention the fact she was pregnant.

The moment that a splitting howl could be heard, immediate concern shot through the shadow man.

Turning in the direction the call came, heavy paws raced, carrying the body as fast as they were able.

To a skidded halt came the man, snow kicking up towards the entrance of the cavern.

Once inside, Azarov looked downwards upon the woman, dumbfounded. Never before had such unstable mentality been witnessed, nor dealt with. How was he meant to proceed? There was only one way that could be thought: comfort.

Lumbering to the woman's side, the dark man stepped over her lain body. This was meant to feel like somewhat of a shield. If she thought she was in danger, perhaps such a gesture would give a sense of security. 

Next, there was the issue of the female trying to dismember her foot. A small growl erupted; a sense of frustration. 

In a hasty act, the man's jaw expanded, teeth grappling at her nape. Few tugs were given in attempt to force a release. If this didn't work, something else would need be thought of.