Bearclaw Valley [intruder] pack, pack, kill, kill

four strides, and the blackbird was closing

three, and the duskpelt she-wolf was howling —

two, and astara’s hind legs reached deep underneath her

one — collusion

a snarl tore from her muzzle as she flung herself atop Faustus, eyes sheathed by the blind fury of territoriality. fangs and claws met her, Faustus’ teeth marking a pretty red line to her shoulder —

but the blackbird was climbing over Faustus in furious snaps, and with a staggering charge dove deep for throat.

evien, where was evien — was he not

leader
healer
helper
visionary

— and yet, he was off to the side as if his own home wasn’t worth protecting.