b*tch, be humble

It is difficult for Jericho to stay inside pack lands after he had been to the scary forest and met the most beautiful wolf in the world. A dreamy sigh pass his lips as he pictures the glow that surrounded Alora’s markings and the way she indulged him by participating in his story. Haydée had allowed the boy to leave the pack lands on the condition that he took her cardinal with him and the youth is pretty sure that one of the pack’s Combatants is trailing after him. Still the warm day was too nice to pass up and he had happily stuck out for the distant land… well, distant to a pup.

White eyes rove over the maple trees, admiring the way the ivy crawls up their trunks. The grapevines have even weaved together to form a ceiling that the sunlight filters through. It is picturesque and Jericho could lose himself in daydreams of saving Alora here except, a sharp musk suddenly hits him. Halting abruptly, he turns his gaze to dark forest around him, searching for the predator that his nose has picked up. It is a fluke, pure happenstance that he spies the monochrome form of another pup and the tiger that crouches low in the brush near him.

Eyes widen in alarm as the beast lunches forward, breaking from the shadows and charging toward the unsuspecting boy. Time slows as he pushes off, shouting, “LOOK OUT!” as he surges toward the predator. He is moving too slowly, as if his paws are slowly being sucked into quicksand with each pounding step of his paws. Adrenaline floods his veins, blowing some of his finer motor skills and causing a fine tremor in all of his muscles. Fear pulses in time with heart as the world narrows until all it is just him and the tiger, two trains barreling forward on a collision course.

A snarl is ripped from his throat and it pulls the feline’s gaze up to him and a smirk tugs at his lips as time finally catches up and Jericho lunches himself at the surprised tiger’s face. Growls fill the air as he bites at the beast’s face, angering the creature as he opens bloody wounds on its cheeks. With a growl it flings him off, sending Jericho sprawling across the leaf littered floor. Dazed, he looks up at the trees, wondering what the hell he has gotten himself into.


"Jericho Agatsuma-Kedieo"