Out with the old

He paused mid-search, staring at the partly blind and furious wolf of seer’s youngest litter. “Kite--” he started, knowing this was a bad idea. He had no desire to kick her butt before the gathered wolves. To start his reign by beating up his Auntie, but he would, if that's what it took. She kept coming, and he read the determination in the lines of her face. She really wanted to do this?

He knew she wouldn’t accept this change until he did. Fighting back a sigh, he set his stance, giving him space from the wolves around him and waited for her.

She charged at him, going for a frontal attack. As her claws closed over his leg, he yanked it suddenly towards himself, hard. Bringing her with it. He aimed to grab her scruff, but she was ducking her head and suddenly charging forward, under him.


"Basilisk Fatalis"