The Sunspire This mortal form is a bit battered

Jace strode from his fight with the she wolf with fury on his brain. She was actually more of a she-devil than a wolf. Stupid little bitch, he was smarting and not because of the wound on his shoulders or his tooth, no he was smarting from the damn bitches onslaught on his balls. What kind of demented, twisted, sick, sack of shit went after a man's manhood of all things. Seriously though, he wouldn't go for her female parts and rip them out, god. Granted yes his were a little more noticeable than a females and they dangled, but damn.

He limped slowly, she had even managed to graze them with her teeth and leave some brush burns. His sister would probably laugh until she fell over, though it might be a welcome distraction. Shifting his step he continued further into the pack lands. He was on the search for Amekaze perhaps, because frankly she needed to know about the little run in on the pack border. He sighed and stiff legged and a slow whine he walked towards the center.