You Fucked Up

Tiros rose the moment Cirrus presence became cold. Her presence no longer held its usual warmth that wrapped around him like the heated gaze of the sun. To say the enlarged beast was not filled with raged anger would have been a giant lie. He hated it when she ventured too far. They may feel safe; but, it does not mean they were completely. Stretching his body to pop free tightened muscles and a shake of his coat. The Mireya twin trotted in the direction of which his sweet citrus scent led him. Further and further it traveled. Wandering in various directions. Something about it felt... odd. Why would she walk in such an awkward way? It didn't come to a conclusion until he came to see the scene before him.

Hidden by the shadowed covering of trees, he smirked at the mutilated body at her paws. Water stained with the corpse's blood. Rippling over the surface to be sent as a warning to any who wished not to meet the same fate. Tiros settled on keeping an eye on her from his dark blanket. Heterochromia eyes scanned the surrounding area to ensure she did not get into any more trouble while they were there. One body was enough as is. Any more and he'd have to find a way to explain such to whomever crossed their paths.

Movement nearby cast his attention to another. The same size as himself. Extra large and muscled from years of training, a low guttural snarl pressed from his chest. Not liking how he looked at Cirrus. Yet, this was short-lived when a scaled predator slipped from the water's depths and headed t'wards his twin. Something in him snapped. Moving with precision, his back legs launched him forward to wrap jaws around the left front leg opposite of the other male wolf. Teeth biting down to break through the armor of scales.

"Speech"