lost aggressive youth

It wasn’t long before Grim was working his way out from behind the Warlord. It wasn’t unexpected, but the Warlord's face was a grim line. WIth the boy having just told him how he had been feeling vulnerable of late, the Warlord was feeling even more protective than usual. But perhaps Grim needed to work out some of his aggression..

The younger wolf charged at the cat, skidding in the sand and sending a wave of the gritty mess towards the creature's face. The Warlord trotted forward, considering the fight as he moved. If Grim needed the chance to work through some of the helplessness he had been feeling, then the Warlord was happy to be his wingman. Despite the initial charge, the cat wasn’t backing off. The Warlord stayed near its front, not cutting off its exit, but closing in on the two of them. Grim reached it a second time, this time going for its teeth, and the Warlord stayed a step back. Prepared to intervene if the young warrior needed it.

"Sirius Fatalis"