Stone Circle Silver

The roars didn't go unheard by the patriarch of the pack and with swiftness he had forgotten he once bore he raced to the help of his littles as he felt. All these wolves were his to care for. His to protect. A family.

There was flames in his eyes and years of training bled into his movements. He came from the other side. Bonnie who he was emensely proud of at the moment and Ulfhild who always had his pride faced off. He attacked the other side. Remembering what his mother had taught him. Stay in its blind spot, snarl, growl, ram snap back up. Like an age old dance.

he can be hurt a bit is okay and feel free to slightly pp him if you need