Don't Try To Make Me Feel Bad

Manea returned to the grove that had been their home for a fair bit now after a stint of hunting in the near by woods, dragging home a small buck that she had ended up bringing down on her own. She hadn't intended to bring home a larger animal like this, but when the opportunity presented itself to hunt a more substantial meal that was fairly easy pickings all things considered she wouldn't turn that down. She was just beginning to pull the buck through some of the under brush of the grove and between some of the berry filled bushes when the sound of snarls and some kind of commotion in the distance caught her attention and put her on high alert in an instant. She could recognize Alastor's voice easily, those wild snarls something she had heard many a times before, but the fact that she didn't know what was causing them had her worried that something had happened or that someone had invaded their camp.

She dropped her kill without a second thought and took off bounding through the trees, following Alastor's scent and the sounds of feral growls and snarls—the strong scent of blood very soon becoming very apparent and making her paws move faster. When she finally reached him the scene she stumbled in on was nearly too much to take in all at once. The ground around him was painted with dark blood and remains of some wolf that was barely recognizable as a wolf at this point and under him was some younger woman she had never laid eyes on before. There was barely a beat of hesitation, only a slight stutter in her steps as she charged toward her husband that had very clearly lost his fucking mind. She knew all too well how he could get in a fit of rage and bloodlust and this mess he had caused was that to the worst degree. It didn't take a genius to see that this stranger wasn't a willing participant, at least not entirely, and yet here he was, fucking her like the wild demon he was.

As furious as she was that he would rape whoever the hell this was, she tried to remind herself of how demented he could truly be and how out of control of his own mind he could get. She couldn't make any judgements until she found out what the fuck was going on, but she wasn't going to get any answers like this and she wasn't just going to stand by and let him finish. She launched herself at him, biting at the back of his neck and using the momentum to try and shove and pull him off of the girl, knocking him to the ground while nearly shoving the girl away from under him with a kick of her back leg. She tried to wrap her forelegs around him from behind so that her right foreleg would wrap around his neck and cross over his chest while the other looped behind his left foreleg to meet over his chest, digging her claws deep into his chest to keep a solid grip on him while her teeth remained in the back of his neck to try and keep him pinned down. At this point all she could really do was try to wear him down till he came to his senses.

Manea vs Alastor for Dominance
Round 1/2
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Dagger bracers
Defensive Battle Accessory: Scale armor
Companion 1: Raven, Male - Flying - Boosted
Companion 2: Raven, Female - Flying
Mutation 1: Serrated bone ridges - Offensive
Mutation 2: Tiger claws - Offensive
Skills: Expert Fighter & Master Hunter
Specialty: Hawk-Eyed

"Manea Mendacium"