For a Sister

His grin only further enraged the young girl as she leapt after him. There were few wolves able to elicit these kinds of emotions within her. The boy’s father was one of them, and she would have never guess that his boy would be able to. Where she felt intimidated next to Sirius, she was over confident when it came to his son. Poem’s brows knit and her lips pulled up into a snarl as she closed the distance between the two.

She had been through too much too fall for his trick, even if his wing buffered her hit she wouldn’t avoid the appendage. Her teeth wrapped around his scruff as she squished his wing to his body and felt the opposite one flail back to smack her head. There was plenty of discomfort but she didn’t allow his release from her grasp.

Mort’s own elongated teeth sunk into her neck and she growled heavily. With no concern for her own body’s damage Poem aimed to renew her strength and try to push the boy over with her more mature form. She wanted to push him over and shake the tar out of him until he gave her sister’s feather back.

Poem Destruction vs Mortis for minor maim (scar behind his right ear)
Round 2 of 2
Age: 1+
Size: Extra large
Build: Medium
Skills: Novice Fighter & Beginner Intellectual
Specialty: N/A