Shadowwyn Moor Where Oh Where, Art Thou

A blur of shaded colours was all he could make out as the girl rushed into battle, her target showing him immediately that she was on his side—and when he saw who it was, he understood why. He watched her for a moment, only for a burning sensation where the male once held him to flare up and bring his attention back to the matter at hand; a low growl grew within his throat, only to be released with a roar-like snarl. He felt his neck and chest wet with blood, the liquid seeping into his fur and staining it a deep maroon. His first instinct was to retaliate—attack and tear into the male’s flesh—but he didn’t.

There were far more pressing matters at hand as he witnessed his pack mate under attack, teeth sinking into her. Alexander charged forward towards her attacker, only for the trio to take off, fleeing the scene altogether. As they ran off he pursued them for several steps, snapping at their heels to make sure they didn’t turn back, but that was all. He broke off from the chase shortly after, turning and loping back towards Reigi, who he approached with concern in his eyes—are you okay?

Another growl slipped passed his lips, frustrating and still wanting to attack—but he ignored the urge, forcing his focus back on the girl. He nudged her cheek with his nose before looking towards the wound on her thigh, inspecting it though he knew not how to treat it, only to clean it. His own wounds were ignored for the time being—he could have Poet look at them later—as he drew his tongue over hers, intent on cleaning it. Should he see any of those wolves again, he would attack without mercy for hurting one of his.