Memories that haunt us like ghosts

Auds gave a flick at the jingling laugh of his companion. He didn't find it funny but he wouldn't spoil Oath's fun or anything. He was the grouch, and he knew it. The clinking of jewelry had his own jewelry clinking and his head turning to face his companion. He had no compassion nor emotion written on his face as he listened to his companion's voice. He was aware of their purpose and the fact that they were technically fleeing refugees, but he wasn't bothered. Did Oath really think that his family had survived? Az wasn't sure. Oath had come back, though the state Oath had found Az in was less than optimal.

He'd been there though, the death and destruction had been monumental. He gave a snort. "If any of them survived that is Oath..... Not to burst your bubble but the world ain't exactly Judila, ya know?" Realistic. They needed to be realistic. None of Judila's royalty had been really taught to fight, they were a peaceful pack after all. It had been a shock to see Oath try to fight that day. Though the mention of food had his own stomach grumbling. He would ignore it... for now.

A sudden sound had him snapping his head from Oath. The conversation would have to wait. The grunt had his quills and ruff standing on end. He peeled his lips and gave a warning growl. Whatever the fuck it was he would kill he knew. It took only moments before a splash was heard and then a large black form with curved horns came charging at them, angry for the wolves being in its prescience. "Watch out!" It wasn't loud but hopefully enough for the man beside him to know to keep on guard and move as the buffalo barreled towards them.

A shift of his paws had him dodging to the right of the buffalo. Jaws aiming to clamp on the buffalo's shoulder. Though its hide was tough so he could guess this fight wouldn't be easy.