Duskfire Glacier everyone hail to the pumpkin song

Ensio was a sharp boy for his age. Even if he wasn't always in the thick of it all, he was well up to date of the latest activity in the pack. He had sat by and watched. Listened and evaluated. Snapped the pieces together. And what he had seen unfold primarily between his sister and his half brother, he did not like. Oh no. Not one bit.

It was bad enough that Makatza had already horribly scarred up Veteran once. He felt terrible. Disgusted that he hadn't been there that day to stop the fight from getting as bad as it had. And now, now she was trying to do it all over again! Well, this time he would not simply sit back and let his friend get mutilated even further. With boiling blood, as far as he was concerned, he had had quite enough of Makatza throwing her weight around so violently.

If the adults wouldn't step in today, then he would. Stormy eyes dark, he descended on the scene slowly. Silently. His face was stern, cold. Oddly mature for someone so young. He tried to time his movements, quickening his steps only when he closed in. Just as Makatza was lunging for Veteran, he leapt in. He sought to throw the bulk of his larger, heftier body in between the two wolves, to forcibly send his sister tumbling back into the slimy muck. Head lowered with pinned ears, he bore his teeth and issued a deep snarl of warning. He had not started this fight himself, but he would put an end to it.