The worst kind of man

The Viceroy was within Erovrare territories, dragging an elderly doe to the kill pile. There wasn't much meat on her, but it was all he could find for the time being. Spring would be coming soon, and once it did, he wouldn't have to worry so much about finding decent food for the pack. He stood there looking at the pitiful pile, thinking maybe he should find Thora and take her out to help him track down some more food. Just as he turned away from the small pile, his companion came flying in with an urgent call. Cloud raised his head to the sky, listening to what the bird had to say. According to his feathered friend, the Taskmaster was treating one of their members pretty harshly, even going as far hurting her. Cloud's fur bristled and his lip curled. While he knew the pack was prone to having servants around (something he didn't agree with), there was no reason to go around mistreating them. He sent his companion to find his brother, meanwhile, Cloud wild go investigate. As Ty's second, he had every right to intervene in matters such as this.

Swiftly, he made his way to where his companion said they were. And just as Hannibal and the brown woman came into view, his gaze turning cold when he heard what Hannibal said. A warning growl shot forth from his jaws. Loud enough that he would be heard. He approached the pair, bi-colored gaze finding the albino brute standing over the woman who was already submitting in the dirt, her muzzle bleeding and torn. "Hannibal! What are you doing!?" he questioned harshly.

While his brother was generally more of the alpha type, Cloud had been more laid back about it. But not this time. He let his position shine through as he stood there, his posture dominant as he waited for an answer.

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