Don't Play Koi [Sirius]
04-14-2020, 04:43 AM
Dove grunted as Sirius thrashed and fell, his scruff still sore though the bleeding had slowed. Dove was anxious to quell the other wolf, but stayed away, knowing from experience that the blind panic he could see in the other man's eyes was seldom rational. So he settled for murmuring soft, empty words of comfort -- that spiked into panic when Bast firmly stomped a foot on the ground and dashed away. He turned, ready to go after her, and stopped himself because there was, in fact, an injured wolf on the ground behind him that was most likely unable to protect himself. He was laid out in the grass, and the sun above cast a harsh glare on the blood that had gathered. He felt it in his fur, drying as the awaited Bast's return. He turned back to Sirius, breath harsh in his throat, as the minutes ticked by. It felt like hours before Bast was back, another wolf in tow, although she was smaller in stature. "A rogue," the midnight man said, hoarsely. "A rogue attacked me, and Sirius stopped him." Fool that he is, Dove thought but left that unsaid. She set to work immediately, and though Dove noted the glare she'd given him, he moved to obey the order she'd delivered. He watched her work both anxiously and curiously. The presence of curiosity, stemming from his interest in healing, sickened him in this moment, and he said nothing more as raw and unforgiving guilt ate at him, ricocheting through his bones with a hollow, though imaginary, sound. |