Show. Me. Seven! [Tyrian]

Tyrian was at the border in a flash. It wasn’t every day his brother called for him from outside packlands. That in and of itself was a bit of a concern and on his way over Tyrian’s mind had raced with what if’s. Nothing stood out to him as a likely cause and the only thing he was certain of as the wounded pair came into sight was that nothing good was going to come out of this meeting.

The blood on Alarr’s coat stood out like a beacon. Concerned, Tyrian was at his brother’s side in an instant, his paw hovering over the wound as he tried to take stock of it while containing the need and concern that compelled him to touch. For now the small canine that accompanied Alarr went unnoticed. “What happened?”