Ouroboros Spine itluatsaik ⨶

Pulling outta here to preserve my timeline in case anything major happens!

Arctos watched with an expression of abject horror as one wolf tore the ear from another, while Aventus struggled to keep a compelling and distracting heat out of his loins, where it always seemed to flare whenever blood-scent curled into his nostrils. If he stayed here much longer, it would become readily apparent that the wolf they knew as Arctos had a dark little secret or two, not to mention the possibility of the downed Tuur noticing him.

He felt nothing for the bleeding boy upon the earth, no brotherly surge of indignation nor even an ounce of pity. Tuur had ever coasted beneath Aventus' regard even in Bearclaw. The Bruin-jaw would have dispatched him and eaten flesh from his bones if given half the chance. Obviously not here, not now, but at home, he had always viewed Tuur as little more than prey. The young man's condition was none of Aventus' business or concern, only these circumstances, which showed that Moonglow was not a den of toothless dogs like Easthollow had been, and like he had assumed on first impressions.

Interesting indeed. Feigning a faint look that might convey a delicate stomach, the wolf they knew as Arctos tilted quietly away from the onlookers and departed, as though his sensitive sensibilities could not abide the sight of the captive's bleeding head any longer. He waited until he was well out of sight to let a small grin unfurl along his lips. Soon he would need to return to father.