Bulls In The Bronx [Raid]

Dómari stood still for a moment, taking great gulps of air as he finished his first fight.  There was a swelling of pride in chest.  He'd done it.  He'd defeated an invader to aid his homeland.  His tongue ran across his fangs, tasting blood, both his and his opponents and for a moment his stomach churned but it didn't last long.  He began to feel a throbbing pain in his head as he wiped at the blood from his wounds.  Stepping back he took in the chaos around him, ears swiveling, eyes dancing as he tried to take in the damage of the raid and anyone who sought to attack him.  So many wolves were down but Celestial was winning… weren't they?  He saw Justice wipe mud at her wound and quickly followed suit to patch up his own.  The raid had struck in the middle of the night and he hadn't thought to grab any herbs when he left his den.  No time to worry about it now, the battle was not yet over.  

Dómari turned his head, his stomach plummeting at the violence befalling his packmates.  He saw Acapella go down and a rage irrupted in his chest as the bastard blinded her.  In a moment the loathsome tapeworm that had hurt her had gone crawling away.  Any words that Dragon had to say were now completely moot.  He could vomit out his fake love for his family all he wanted but here was the proof that he was nothing but a deceitful wretch.  An alpha, a real alpha, would have had better control of his followers, would have instructed them not to be so brutal as to fully blind an innocent girl!  He could preach all he wanted that this was for the good of his own pack but Dómari saw nothing but lowly excuses to be a brute and a bully and towards his own family no less, he truly was the lowest of the low.  Dómari was ready to pay back in kind and pluck the eyes out of Dragon's head when he saw Justice charge and he hung back.  He wasn't terribly familiar with group combat and considered Justice the superior fighter.  If anyone could get revenge it was her.  Dragon was going to get his comeuppance for his cruelty and Dómari hoped the bastard choked on it.

For now Dómari stayed put, limbs loose, defenses not quite falling all the way as he kept a look out, taking the respite to catch his breath and keep an eye out for any potential targets or attackers.  He glanced occasionally to check the progress of the other fights.  Regulus was still tangling with a Talis femme and Dómari opted not to get in the way.  When Dragon fell Dómari let out a cheer. "Alright Justice!  That's for everyone your lice-ridden curs hurt!"  Were they done?  Was it finally over? Could he tend to the wounded now?