The moment his musky scent would leak into the healers lungs his nostrils would quiver in disgust, and his defenses would fall hastily into place. He would turn toward the treeline, a large man emerging as he made an attempt to steal Twig's lifeless child. His ghastly scent was all too familiar, sending Themisto into an infuriated haze. This man was the one who had raped Twig, his scent had been littered across the crime scene and Themisto had memorized it, there was no mistaking this was him. A look that had never been placed across his features would stiffen his usually happy expression, his eyes brimming with fury.
Erani would turn and attack, leaping toward the criminal with her jaws unhinged and aimed at his foreleg. He would waste no time, his weight momentarily resting on his back legs before he lunged forward in sync with her attempted bite, all his weight and strength propelling his frame toward the mans left shoulder. Upon impact he would aim to thrust his weight into the criminals left shoulder in the hopes to bruise it and either push him back or over all together. With his jaws agape and his fangs fully unsheathed he would aim to grasp the left side of the mans neck and scruff, and should he succeed he would attain a tight grasp before jerking his head toward his right in an attempt to pull the man toward the earth and on his left side. He did not know Erani had attempted to jab her shoulder into the mans ribs, and should both their attacks land they would assist each other in bringing this bastard down. If he were to fail he would viciously snap at any piece of flesh upon the mans face, neck, and throat that he could, his intentions lethal as he snarled savagely. He wanted this man to plead for his life.
