Arrow Lake miss mirage

dispatch him. drakon stilled at that, rendered speechless for a moment as he studied the man. his gaze followed the gesture to the dying wolf, and in the span of a single heartbeat he considered his options. he could tell this guy to fuck off and find his own way away from the pack. he could... attack him? no, fuck that.

or he could just get it over with. the dude was suffering, and he was just going to die anyway. it made sense.

so he did as he was bid, wasting only a second on his hesitation. blood ran down his forelegs and paws as he moved toward the dying wolf, leaving crimson pawprints. his teeth closed around the other's neck with an iron grip and two violent jerks, crushing his airway on the first and breaking his neck on the second. it was done.

it was only to end his suffering, he told himself after, but he knew it didn't matter. he'd been given an order, and he'd obeyed... and now he waited for the next, if it was to come.