scare the monsters out

Finally had he gotten a leg free. After a few minutes, Liviu was able to pull the rest of his upper body from the mud pit he waltzed into. The different browns that paraded about his coat has fallen into the same murky color throughout. His tail was the only part of him still clean enough as it stood high above the sludge. A sigh left his lips—legs continuing to work their way through this swamp.

It was quiet, save the sound of the mud being squished beneath his paws. Before his nose took the chance to have a sniff at a rotting root, his head snapped in the direction from where he heard splashing. Liviu stood like a statue with ears seeking to understand the ruckus. Perhaps a struggle between predator and prey? He was curious. The prospect of any leftovers had his stomach wielding the reins. He would stalk over to that area the best he could; that is until he hears a voice.

From what he could see, Liviu’s steps hurried while also trying to remain light in movement. A paw or two would get caught in the mud, but the fellow managed to make it to where the two other wolves were. “What happened?” he breathed out, pausing right before the downed wolf. He looked at the smaller female with a cocked head before averting his eyes to the larger one. Once he noticed the ivory wolf didn’t seem hurt, his gaze wandered to what she was reaching. It wasn’t long till he caught what she was looking to grab—his own maw looking to retrieve this item for the dame.