stay out of my bay
12-09-2019, 06:52 PM
In a way, mentoring Theory had helped give Corvus a sense of purpose. It was easy for him to feel aimless and useless as times, but knowing he had something to work toward - to provide guidance to Theory, and the back - helped ground him. He was self-conscious to the core, the type to doubt the kind of role he had in Abaven, and though he knew they might be okay if suddenly disappeared, he knew Theory wouldn't be... not that he'd ever truly consider something like that, but knowing someone maybe needed him made those thoughts float even further away. He had no doubt that she was as useful a companion as him as he might be to her - or perhaps even more so, if anyone asked him. The sand was definitely not his preferred ground to initiate any kind of altercation on. They could try to chase her off, but they wouldn't be able to move very quickly, and he was even more doubtful about any sort of fight on sand. He wasn't quite used to this whole beach thing quite yet. Glancing Theory's way, she barked in a way that only meant they were to try to run off the cat. He kicked off, veering away from her and closer to the water. Almost immediately he felt the sand grow even softer where it met the water, slick and almost muddy beneath his paws. He felt alarmingly off-balance but he pushed on, expecting that as they grew closer the feline might abandon her meal and flee - but surprisingly, even in the face of two rather large wolves, she stood her ground. Her determination surprised him, but it also egged him on. It'd been quite awhile since he'd sparred anyone, and even if this wasn't one of the practice fights he was used to... well, he and Theory had decided that this cat could share some of the fish she'd found, and he wasn't going to back down from that idea now. Theory moved around the back of the cat, who finally reared back - he swore he heard a growl beginning to bubble up deep in her throat - and Corvus charged for her front. The cat dropped the fish she'd been holding, finally, and surprised him yet again by hissing and lifting a paw up, swiping at his cheek. He felt the sting of her claws as he dove toward her, parted jaws aiming to grab hold of the scruff of the side of her neck. He had no doubt the two of them could handle her in a more aggressive way, but he wasn't the type to kill someone over a pile of fish - maybe just rough her up a bit until she realized this was their turf and she'd be smart to back off from it. |
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