Big Salmon Lake [BWP P4 Prey Opportunity] katatonia

His mother left—thank god she hadn't felt some need to approach him after what she'd done to him, though watching her leave without begging for forgiveness for what she'd done to her family was just as painful. When her figure disappeared in the distance, Dragomir let go the breath he'd been holding and followed Arcturus with his eyes, grateful for the Beta's interference. What unfolded next was a splendid display of Moonspear's prowess as Hydra not only rallied comrades to them, but (presumably) chased off the stragglers as well.

Dragomir circled the scene, doing his very best to conceal his limp, but it seemed none of the combatants was paying him any mind anyway. When the last of the loners had cleared out, he calm to a halt to listen as Hydra spoke, and found himself studying the wolves she'd addressed. He hadn't noticed them before. The lighter of the two had a curious adornment on his head that made Dragomir, a wolf of natural proclivities, quirk his lips with bemusement. The other's coat was a shade and pattern that made his heart instantly stop in his chest.

Chill ice seeped down into his belly and he froze in place, possessed of a rigidity that would be impossible to overlook as he stared at Tzila. From here he could not tell she was a woman. There was too much wolf scent and blood scent for him to pick her individual smell out. All he saw was Sanguinus and he couldn't move, he couldn't think, his tongue was glued to the roof of his mouth. His mind played back images from the cave, the cliff, being thrown to the bottom—

—he wanted to scream, but he couldn't. He could only stand completely, utterly still and hope that his tormenter didn't recognize him.