The Other Side

*Cormalin* · 12-03-2013, 10:40 PM

Cormalin

Cormalin had been, more or less, keeping to the shadows. He was biding his time, letting his ribs and other injuries heal. He was well aware of the goings on in the pack that held him captive. Scents and sounds brought to him on the air. His thicker fur kept him well insulated as winter swept in, chilling the bones of thinner furred wolves. And as it rolled in, his ribs were nearly healed. He kept to himself, occasionally curling with Bronze to lend support. The older male was missing his family, something Cormalin himself shared.

His family, which had been torn into just because of one wolf?s pricked pride. Surreal had fought bravely, though he?d seen that she?d lost, hardly unexpected; it was her first real fight after all. Chrysanthe, possibly blinded by Argent, whom he?d noted a significant absence of lately. His sons, fighting together against two female, Alsander coming out victorious, and being smart by leaving, his leg too injured to continue. Caerul had fought well too. He?s seen Obsidian and Sarak in the fighting too. Of all the fights, they happened to have two big cats. Unusual mix, but then again, a horse among wolves was an even odder mixture.

Cormalin sighed, running his tongue over a raised patch of fur on one leg. His ears swiveled absently, taking in the sounds that rode the icy winter breezes, and a cry reached his ears, along with the scent of fox. He was on his paws in a flash of black fur, and off with a flick of his heavy tail. The cry for help was from a child, and Glaciem or not, children were precious. He found the source of the cry, and soared over the pup, loosing a deep throated snarl akin to a roar as he bore down on the unfortunate fox. His paws hit first, bearing his weight from the leap, centering on the creature?s back and shoulders, before his head whipped down, finding the neck as his hind end stepped away to shield his underside. It was done in a swift jerk, the neck snapping roughly, severing the life of the creature. He stepped away, nosing the fox. ?Sleep well.?

Mismatched gold and blue gaze fell upon the pup, searching the little male for injuries. ?Are you alright, little one?? His deep, faintly Irish inflected voice was gentle, as his tail lowered to a proper set. This was likely yet another of the snow king?s offspring. How did the male keep track? ?First time for a fox, hm??

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