Brave New World

Stolas had never fought alongside anyone else in a multi-foe melee like this before. The most collaboration he'd ever done was partnered spars with his siblings in Ashen during their training, but this was a real fight with real stakes and a real teammate. Fiametta's safety was paramount for him, and though he knew she was more than capable of handling herself from the way she was tearing into the ravenous coyotes, he still wouldn't have forgiven himself if she got injured when he could have helped protect her. Fortunately, the fight was not to last long, and as soon as Fia had all but crippled her opponent and Stolas had veritably yeeted his out of the fray, the others got the hint and began to back off, slowly at first but then fleeing en masse. Stolas maintained his fierce disposition alongside Fia until the scavengers were well out of sight, only then did he allow himself to relax and begin the battle damage assessment.

Fia was his priority. Thankfully, she didn't seem to be harmed at all. She asked about him, and the dark-furred Klein gave himself a quick once-over. No blood, no injuries, no pain... "I'm good," he replied, looking over her for injuries in turn. "Are you all right?" This area was no longer safe, and if they lingered there was the chance the coyotes might return with more numbers to overwhelm the young wolves. They had won this fight; best to take their victory and scram while they still could. "Agreed," he said with a nod, turning to leave with his friend, bound for her home pack.

"Fiametta & Stolas"