another round for loser boyfriend

Oxide hadn’t spent a minute not looking for Eris, and he finally felt like he found a clue. He felt oddly lost since she failed to show up at their designated meeting area and time. He wasn’t one to ask for help, but already he’d been spending time trying to find her family. He debated about seeking out Riva’s help even. He hadn’t heard from his sister since he’d apologized to her. He hadn’t been able to find a trace of Kesali, and he wondered where she went too.

He managed to trace her scent close by, not the exact location but bits and pieces. Now as he stood over the newly emptied pens he knew that she had to be close. The Vikings were likely keeping her. The rust marked boy hadn’t missed the odd frayed bits of leather and rope that could be used to tie a wolf up. His heart plummetted, he couldn’t allow Eris to be taken into slavery. "Oi, oi, fuck off!" Ox raised his head while his hackles raised and he pulled up his lip. Ears to his skull as the inebriated Hjarrandi member told him off.

”Hey, no, you fuck off.” The Nightingale boy growled and lashed his tail in annoyance. He was about to launch into an attack when he was attacked himself. Suddenly the desperate lynx was on his back. Thankfully he’d already set himself into his defenses when he’d been blindsided. ”Bastard! Call off your cat!” He yelled out as he swiveled his head, trying to get his teeth into the lynx’s shoulder to pull it from his back. Oxide would remain unsuccessful as the cat bit deeply into the scruff of his neck. He was lucky his skin was so loose there else he might have permanently lost control of a couple limbs.

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