On Death and Dying
01-10-2016, 12:02 AM
So much was going on around him. He could feel the panic and the terror and the stress in the air, his pelt practically crackling with it all. It seemed, he was the only one relatively calm about it. Perhaps because he had dealt with these sort of situations, and the fact he was much older then these younger wolves. He was the veteran, and no matter what he would remain composed and strong for these wolves. His new pack. His niece. He had opted to hold down the girl's back legs while the red wolf sprawled on top of her to hold her down. It wouldn't do any good for one of them to get injured should this girl kick out at one of them. He turned to look at his niece, red gaze finding that she had frozen from terror and was struggling. Gritting his teeth, he quickly got up and strode over to her, his nose pressing against her neck. "You're strong. You can do this." He whispered in her ear, licking her cheek before returning to his position. If she had been able to stay strong when her family left her, he knew she could prevail today. |
