Porcupine Ridge For a mother, a brother and me

Hindsight had no part to play in the actions of a wolf who was not just mindless with violence but who was also capable of dying in battle here and now. All that existed was the present, and that meant Noctura's mind was unthinking. His bulk instinctively adjusted for the quick, nimble form of his attacker (@Capriccio), black muzzle thrusting downwards to at once protect his throat and flash his teeth at her young face, but there was something clawing at his intuition. Noctura could sense the shadowed man throw himself at Asterr, therefore every thread of willpower he could summon was desperate to reach his Alpha and save her — so he fought the silver-black female now not to protect himself but to throw her quickly out of his way so he could reach Asterr... the dragon's defeated champion.