The Unraveling - It Spreads

The search for his mother had brought him to a place full of death and devastation. The thrashing of something massive and the sounds of splitting ice drew him closer to the danger, and the scent of blood only had him hurrying to investigate. Bodies, those injured, wolves of different packs and allegiances were gathered. Alexander’s ears flicked back against his skull, lips peeling back over his saber fangs. The beast was injured, probably dying, but how could he walk away knowing that it still lived and could take more lives? He wasn’t perfect, but Alex did want to help these wolves before more lives were lost.

A snarl ripped from his throat as he surged forth. Gathering his strength, he attempted to leap for one of the wounds on the worm and snap his teeth down into it. His hope was to use his fangs to worsen the wound and spill more of its innards out onto the earth. He lost all sense of self preservation, focused only on his attack and aiding those who were already fighting.

"Speech," 'Thought.'