Predator or Prey

If Mikko knew anything, it was how to do his job. He'd been beaten into it as a boy, and it had lifted him to kingship as a rebellious adult. His position on the front lines had become somewhat of a comfort, even despite its dangers and the things it tended to do to him; just as feeling his flesh split and his blood spill was familiar to him, so was raising his hackles, a claw, and a tooth to anyone or anything who dared think they had the right to cause it. It was a job that allowed him to be angry, harsh, unforgiving..when he needed to be. It allowed him to be himself, even though he wasn't always happy with who that was.

The wind was almost enough to dampen his senses, but the thing about having one eye was that it made his smell and hearing all the better, to the point of being able to withstand the harsh winter weather. And there floated through the air an odd chorus of sounds that tugged at him--growls, roars, telltale signs of battle. They were nowhere near the borders he was tasked with watching, and yet with another gust, his pupil dilated into something feral, and he strayed from his post without a word or anything to leave behind as a notice to his pack mates...or Shiba.

There was something else reaching for him besides an audible excuse to blow off some steam. Smells. Smells which had more control over him than even his own strongest will.

Smells of his sister. His father.

He moved in a swift trot from the Nook, muscles flexing beneath tightly scarred skin and a string of saliva descending from one corner of his eager jowls. As he drew nearer, his maw parted, allowing the smells to flow more freely through his sinuses until he found their sources: a tusked wolf and his target, a tiger. Mikko didn't hesitate to throw himself at the feline, but this time, unlike his bout with Severus, this wasn't in good sportsmanship. No, it was greed. Whatever this male had to do with Acciona, for whatever reason he carried her presence on his pelt, he would be the one to deal with it. He aimed for the feline's rump opposite the wolf's point of attack.

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