Silvertip Mountain Mind of Stone, Heart of Glass

As he stands there and readies himself for surely a savage battle for life and death, the most curious thing happens. Just out of the corner of his eye he spots movement and–like a lightening bolt–another Wolf is dashing out in front of him and snapping teeth viciously at the wolverine. The other is nothing but a white blur to him, splotched with the wild colors of the reflected lights. The claws of the animal slash and it’s white teeth show in retaliation, it’s unafraid and Donovan knows now that this will be a fight to the death. Not for him at least, but for the Wolverine.

His canary hues squint in the odd lighting, focusing on the other wolf beside him. The familiar scent hits his nose and instantly a bright, confident smile weaves it way onto his face. An excited, open mouthed bark of laughter is released from his throat. 

“So you’ve come to save me, princess?” He teases, eyes flicking back to the matter at hand.

He adeptly pounces onto a taller rock, muscles shifting beneath his thick, brindle coat as he catapults himself down from the rock and behind the animal. He’s ready to tear this son of a bitch apart. “I distract, you grab?” He asks quickly as a makeshift plan.