Hell's Coming With Me

He looked away for ONE fucking second. A creak of wood threatening to snap beneath paw had drawn his attention away from the pixie-sized fae. When he had turned back around, she was gone. Disappeared into thin air. As if she hadn't existed in the first place.

Slinging curses under his breath, Ursus followed her tracks the best he could. Since she was so tiny, so light, Senua hardly made a track to leave behind. If it weren't for the hairs that snagged on the bushes, he would've lost her for good. Not that this was the first time for this sort of thing to happen. Somehow, she always managed to wander back to him, but something felt off.

And if it weren't for the sudden onslaught of screaming in the distance, he might've not been so worried.

"SENUA!" Ursus' deep bellow scattered birds to the air and even sent Locke's fur bristling from fright. His responding chatter would usually have Ursus chuckling, but not this time. Quickly following the scent of blood and fear, the two-year-old broke through the trees to the sight of wolves gathering around a massive beetle-like worm thing. Oh, Hells no. His mind reeled, heart racing as his stark orange eyes scanned the flowery plateau. She had to be here.

Finally, he sees her small form. Crippled amongst the violets and tulips. Fury blazes through as he rushes over. Sliding through slick grass covered in mucus and blood, he sweeps the tiny woman into his jaws as tenderly as he can and high-tails it back into the cover of the trees. Once they're far enough away that the scent of death no longer trails after them, he sets her gently upon a pile of pine needles and dried leaves. His lips pull into a snarl as he collapses around her, knowing not nearly enough first aid to help her in such a dire situation.

"Crazy woman, tell me what to do," Ursus growls, but the words are softer than normal. Senua was the only wolf who saw this side of him.