6' deep restraining order

His paws were beginning to get a little tingly from all the digging. Jupiter could see it now; they were going to be raw stumps when all was said and done. Fucking great. He was probably going to chip all his nails too. Most wolves probably didn't think too much about their nails, but his were blue and eye-catching, and weirdly enough, when the ladies noticed them they seemed to like them for some reason. Apparently their novel coloring was worth a little mild fawning. They weren't the only uniquely colored part of his body either, but he liked to work up to the fun parts.

It was about the time he was seriously beginning to worry about his nails that Viper decided to throw a big bitch fit. Jupiter turned around just in time to see her flail around like an epileptic on a leash. "Oh, for fuck's sa-" And boom, she was free in a disgusting shower of blood, rope and fur. He lurched towards her. "Nu-Viper!" No, wait. Maybe this was a good thing. If she was mad at him maybe she'd run for the hills never to be seen again. She'd be out of his hair and no longer his problem. Bonus, he wouldn't have to dig anymore.

Jupiter watched as she reel away with an annoyed, unconcerned expression. He made no move towards her; just watched as he flipped through possible outcomes. It was nice to think of her just...disappearing into the wild blue yonder. Oh, but fucking Tyrian. He'd have his ass if he let a dangerous prisoner escape.

Fuck. He was going to have to catch this bitch. Really aggravated now, Jupiter leaped after Viper. He was bigger, faster, and had four solidly working legs. It would take a miracle to get away from him. He aimed to tackle her and grab her scruff in his jaws. If successful he would pick her up by the neck and half drag, half carry her lion-style back to the rope.