mysterious happenings 101

OOC- I just want to apologize for the wait on the reply. One of my family members was having some health issues and there was a bit of a scare, but things have been figured out and I’ll be around to post more frequently. I also apologize for my starter post- I just read over it and cringed so hard. I was super tired when I wrote it xD

IC
Fourth was no coward. He was smart enough to know when to fight and when to call it a day even if he sometimes chose to ignore the obvious and run greater risks. When he did have to fight though, it was a familiar dance that the warrior was well versed in. The spike in adreniline, the stinging bite of a wound and the feeling of warm liquid seeping through his fur while his senses were flooded by the taste of copper. If there was perhaps one benefit that had come from living without a pack all that time, it was that every fight had demanded the most of him. No holding back, no time to think, just instinct and action. And Dream had always managed to walk on the side of Lady Luck- enough to keep him alive and in once piece, at least. But his body wore the scars from those encounters, brazeny like war medals carved right into his flesh.

When his jaws clamped down against the bears forearm he thrashed his head from side to side with all his weight, feeling with satisfaction as his teeth drove deeper past fur and into flesh, relishing in the agonized bellow of the creature before him in only the way that another predator could. It was a song that reached into the very soul of what he truly was and told him he was not weak, that he too was a creature who could bite, and fight, and kill. Not just a piece of prey or some scavenger to be underestimated. The bear stumbled backwards with Dream still latched on, dragging him foreward a few feet before he relinquished his grip and lept back on swift, powerful legs. If there was one thing he knew about fighting enemies that were bigger it was that you never wantd to put yourself in a position where they could pin you down and use their weight against you, and he had no intention of letting the grizzly get it’s bearings. If it wasn’t half-starved then his challenge would have been even greater, but he was confident that he could get out of this- he just had to make sure the animal wasn’t going to be dumb enough to try pursuing him if he tried to bail.

But before he could even shift his weight to line up a follow-up attack, the sound of another snarl ripped through the air, this one distinctively canine, and suddenly the bear was whirling around with another roar of pain to face an attacker that Dream only managed to get a glimpse of before the bear was lashing out at them; Mojito. His surprise was short-lived, burned up in the flames of a new wildfire that swept through him and turned his blood red-hot. The feeling was foreign to him after so many fights where the only stakes had been his own well-being, but the sudden realization that an Armada wolf was here fighting alongside him seemed to flip a switch inside of him. He wasn’t just fighting because he could now, he was fighting because he wanted to protect his packmate.

The second the bears massive paw collided with the other wolfs face, Dream launched himself forward and sprung upon the exposed backside of the underfed ursa. Curved fangs hooked themselves strategically into the flesh of their shoulder and he clamped down for all he was worth, separating fur and flesh and muscle. Blood poured into his mouth as he wrenched his head and tugged viciously, determined to make sure that if Mojito had been stunned by the blow, that the bear wouldn’t choose to take advantage of it when a new world of hurt was coming from another part of its body.

If he and the other Armada wolf played this right, they could exhaust the creature and come away victorious by driving it off, but they’d have to keep on their toes.