The Unraveling - It Creeps

Alaric was patrolling in the woods when a sudden shift in the air raised the hairs along his spine. Then came the an odd smell hitting his nostrils, then the smell of unfamiliar wolves and the sound of voices. His ears swiveled as he tried to catch wind of who was talking. He bolted for the voices, his cane corsos Maul and Cinder were hot on his trail. When he arrived he saw...it. a nasty creature. A...worm? And Atreyu standing right before it, along with Azriel, while other strange wolves were attacking the worm. He paved quickened as he trotted along and got to the other side of Atreyu. When he got there, he could make out Azriel and Atreyu's conversation. This was a sign from their gods? He was definitely skeptical. "God or no God, if this thing is a threat to anyone here, it dies." He spoke seriously. He cared not for fables of gods and their omens. His orange gaze shifted to Atreyu, a look of concern flashed in his usual stoic gaze. It faded, as he waited and watched the worm carefully. He would not act until Atreyu did. If she wanted them to wait, he would wait. His stance was one of defense. His legs were widened for balance, but not too wide. His claws dug into the soft earth as it tremebled for stability. His tail rose a long his spine for better balance and he tucked his chin to protect his vitals. Maul and Cinder stood behind him, low growling leaving their lips as they watched the odd creature in a wary gaze.