Chased
06-13-2013, 03:48 PM
Capir could feel a heat grow and throb from Gargoyle's body as the little scrap of fur explained the trouble she was in. It contrasted heavily with Capir's icy cold persona, and his ears tilted back from their position at attention above his head as he felt tendrils of fervor seep through his pelt. But they snapped back to attention as his chief ordered them to set off and warned him to be on his guard. Already on his paws, Capir bounded off beside Gargoygle, easily keeping step with the powerhouse as he tore through the snow. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the fire burning in his chief's eyes. The scent of the offender slowly wafted into his nostrils on the cold air, the same offender who had attacked a child's mother. Capir's eyes flashed alight, but not with fire. A cold, electric flash shocked through his irises and set his eyes a glow as he caught the zeal of his leader. Capir heard the little female call out directions behind them, and he flanked Gargoyle, trusting he knew where to go. Soon, the body of a wolf came into view, and Capir trotted to a stop beside the body, stepping back to give the little girl room to draw near to her mother. The female was alive, but Capir could tell by the weakness of her breathing that she was on her way out of the land of the living. He growled slightly as she finally slipped away, his eyes staring cold daggers back in the direction they had come. Surely the awful wolf's scent trail broke off somewhere near the pack borders. He took a step forward on the scent trail, a low rumble still rolling in his chest, then stood his ground, not willing to set off unless under orders. "Speech." "Thought." |
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