Step One: Get Out Alive
His pack had been massacred, inevitably facing their downfall against two larger packs, yet his own fought bravely despite the odds. He scrambled away from the scene, bloodied, and in severe pain. Each step was hard, legs trembling as his body bled between his thighs. The shock of the event had left him dazed, but he wasn't stupid. His lineage would end today. The man now incapable of conceiving children...what would Takira think of him now? Breath drew ragged as he made his way to the nearest shelter, battered body slinking through the shrubs.
His fur bristled, Abaven wolves were swarming here too!? Such cowards! First they come bringing another army to fight for them, and then they set up ambush teams to finish off those that escaped!? A low growl coursed through his vocals, and he would turn the other way and try to move away from them. If they tried to take him...he would make sure to take down as many of them as he could. He was wild with pain now, an unpredictable beast that sought to survive. He had seen what they'd done to his mother and father...would Takira be okay? "FUCK!! I shouldn't have left her!" A new rage would course through him...he would surely get his revenge. For now, he would hide in the tangles of an uprooted tree, waiting to see if any of his other comrades would come this way. |
