The Unraveling - It Rises

Red had been travelling alone on his way back from trading - likely the last time he would, he admitted to himself - as his bones were aching horribly from the travel, and it would be nice to settle down again in a pack once one of his children took up that mantle of leadership again - when he had met up with his daughter Aoife and they'd been chatting amiably while they meandered along the beach. It was nice to reconnect with his small daughter, to listen to her sing little snatches of songs that were new to him.

When they heard a commotion further up the beach, though, and his old eyes caught sight of those wolves in danger, fighting for their lives against a monster, he knew - old or not - he was needed. He could see a young wolf there in danger, and while his own daughters were long grown that instinct to protect had not left him. His long legs left his much smaller daughter far behind, which he was glad for since he knew she would not have hesitated to throw herself into danger. The muffled swearing behind him showed that her cat companion had a similar thought and had pinned her down to hold her back. Red put on another spurt of speed that brought him up to the other wolves, eyeing the creature a moment before plunging in to attack with claws and teeth. There were wolves in trouble, he couldn't not help them.