Ouroboros Spine trouble come knockin'

clumsy, uncoordinated paws led him to lands he didn't know. it was cold and unforgiving; it reminded him of home, in such a bittersweet and a dull ache in his heart. aimlessly wandering. no purpose, though lorroakan wasn't sure what his purpose was meant to be. 

he never had. it's why roarekstead had closed its gates to him, it's why his father and brothers had chased him away for good. 

he wasn't meant to be alone, he thinks. it's scary and violent and too cruel for a meek for weak wolves. and he was weak, as he wasn't a killer. he wasn't an aggressor. he'd rather roll over and submit and—

there's a rustle, though he can't pinpoint from where it came. the lanky wolf stumbles on his own paws, his head snapping upward, ears pinning. frightened eyes widening just in time to watch a black blur come hurtling at him. 

"wait—!" he cried out, right before that black mass topples him to the ground. his back meets the cold earth with enough force to knock the wind from his lungs. 

a winded groan, followed by a crackle of a whine. his paws fly upward, pressing up against the strangers chest, trying to push him away. or at least keep him away from his throat, which felt tight with fear. 

his eyes are shut, because if he was going to die today, the last thing he wanted to see was this reaper of a man. 

"i'm lost—" ro rasped. "please don't kill me, i didn't mean any trouble!" he pleads.