Games at the border

She asked not to get his dad involved, and well he couldnt understand why, he knew it was her secret, her past. "I promise." He said quietly, and meant it. He would never tell anything she wished him to keep secret. "When in a yearling." He vowed, still soft-voiced. He considered the idea of losing those he loved to hurt more then any other kind of pain in his life. He really wanted to help her find out what had happened to those she had left behind. If she wanted a little revenge for the death of her mother, he would help with that, too.

Of course the conversation was brought to a sudden, and shocking halt at Mal's cry. He started, looking up, and saw the threat bearing down on them. After seeing Mal cru, after hearing about her past, he acted on the impulse that suddenly, and violently gripped him. He threw himself into the path of the dog that launched for mal. He rolled with the attack, bringing himself, and the creature, away from her. There was still the second dog, but it brought her a few precious seconds to prepare.

The pain of its teeth around his jaw and ear juttered through him, and he bit back a yelp. He didnt want to distract Mal from her own fight. The two were still rolling down the small incline, and the next time Mort found himself on top, he flared his wings. Fighting to balance himself, he only slowed the next loop, and his wings hit the ground. Spread out flat they acted as a stop, but at the cost of a lot of pain. It felt like they were going to be ripped from their sockets. He fought for a deep breath, but the dog was on top of him, and he did t have any time. He kicked out violently with his front paws, as it lifted its teeth from his jaw and launched for his throat.