TO FIGHT FIRE WITH FIRE

N/A · 04-11-2013, 11:40 AM

It was all a flurry of motion, of fur and frenzy and snarls and growls. It seemed like he hung in the air for hours, paws and claws extended, ears tucked back, jaws unhinged and agape. He had no clue if he'd even aimed properly before leaping, it had simply been instinct. At times, instinct could be a good thing, but other times it could be the death of a wolf. Often, wolves had to act on more than just instinct, but he had not had the time. These foolish children had taken on a fully grown cougar and her cub, and he had to fix their mess, if he could. Only, he wasn't sure that even a team of wolves could out-muscle this mother and son.

He would collide with her full force, his body slamming into hers more abruptly than he'd initially intended. However, she didn't seem too put-off by his whole weight hitting hers. She managed to keep her balance, and he merely managed a simple snap at her face for a distraction. It didn't do much, as Ceto was still in her grasp. But Marvel had another plan. Instantaneously he retreated from the flurry, sterling gaze seeking the Sol. Not immediately finding her, Marvel barked out an order, wondering if anyone would - or could - listen over all of this commotion. All of you, retreat to a safe distance and start barking. Make as much noise as you can! It probably sounded foolish, but the tone in which he used said he was not to be trifled with. They had better listen, all of them. This would work, he was sure of it. The cat would be distracted and disoriented by all the noise, and would try to escape for fear of their united front. This leaping one by one would never lead to success, but a chorus of hellhounds might do the trick. Marvel started it off, barking as loud as he could, over and over.

speeeech,

Login
Username:
Password:	Lost Password?
	Remember me