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He should have realized that Scylla was behind him, or that she would be quick to come and find him, but he was far too distracted by the beats in front of him. He felt a deep seated fear that he hadn’t realized was there. He didn’t want to get sick again, he didn’t want to touch death once more. Who could even say he might survive the next bout against the illness? He didn’t want to be afraid of the dark anymore. But he was his father’s son and he wouldn’t back down. He was afraid but being brave was fighting even when you were scared. Albi lifted his lips to reveal his serrated teeth as a growl boiled within him. He didn’t realize the fox didn’t even realize what he was doing when he knocked into Scylla’s small form.

The boy could only barely spare his sister a glance as he dodged the fox’s first attack. Its gaze was distant and absolutely mad, it was not in its right mind. Deep down Albion could relate, but his fear won out over compassion a million times. He wouldn’t be forced into that horrid sickness again. Scylla seemed to have the same idea as his mismatched ears could hear her weapon drawn from its scabbard. Albi moved to attack with her but Scylla darted in front of him, blocking the way to the creature. Like lightning she struck with her knife, burying the blade deep enough to damage but not deep enough to swallow her knife. Which was good because the fox didn’t even seem like it felt her assault.

Blood poured from it and yet it continued to advance. Scylla stood between them and she warned him to stay behind her. That wasn’t who he was, she may have had her knife but he had his natural advantages. His knives were the sharp claws hidden beneath his soft paws. Albion took his pace at Scylla’s side instead of behind her and snarled again before he struck out with the natural daggers. His claws met the fox’s face. Both digging rivulets into soft flesh but also forcing its skull to the ground. Albion was far from full grown but his height and his heavy bones made his use of force much more impressive than any wolf his size.

Albion smacked the vulpes to the ground. The creature finally reacted with a frustrated snarl as its bleeding and oozing face was shoved into the leaf litter at the prince’s paws. Its adrenaline was working against the two pups and it still had the inner strength to stand after Albion skittered away from its flailing form. If they could hold out a little longer the blood loss would finally take its toll. Even if the fox ran off now its fate was sealed.

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