The Sleep Of The Innocent

Gorgos was a confident wolf, his stance and swagger would tell of his ego. He felt invincible, and in most cases he was. As midnight jaws would reach for the lifeless child he would see from the corner of his eye the white she wolf lunging for him. He would not catch hold of the girl as he tried to jump back to avoid her attack. However he could not move as quick as she and felt the impact of her shoulders in his ribs. He would growl furiously as his hackles raised and he would whip his jaws around to aim an attack on the back of her neck, where the base hit her shoulders. As he grappled for a hold on her scruff, as almost simultaneously the tailless man would shove his own shoulder into Gorgos' side. He would erupt in a howl of anger and pain as he switched targets and tried to grab onto the other man's left cheek. He would pass by his jaws and latch on to His own scruff. The pull of Themisto's jaws was enough to push Gorgos to the ground, massive bruises erupting from both shoulders. He would continue growling as he let his teeth snap, hovering around any bites the two would aim towards his face. "You filthy bastards! Give me what I seek before I rip you both apart!" he would growl more as his hackles kept themselves raised. Fury would burn behind his silvery gaze, they would not have him until he was no longer conscious.?