Bramblepoint my sweet torment

Alaric was never far from the children. And he watched for them. So when he heard the scream he raced that way. There was fear in his very bones and he raced over the mountain spear. Stone cutting into his paws, blood dripping.

He was there and there was anger and fear and a deep eerie calm as he took in the carnage.

A snarl on his lips. His voice loud in the maelstrom of anger and fur and blood. Everywhere.

Enough!

He gathered his precious spear babies to him. Putting his body between the two girls and the cubs of Sialuk and Elentari! Gis hackles were raised and a deep dark snarl emanated from his core. The gentle healer was not so gentle now, but he did not move from the children. Keeping his body inbetween.