The Sleep Of The Innocent

*Deviant* · 03-31-2014, 08:05 PM

He had been in the area that night, choosing to move under the moon, cooler, easier to move about without distractions from other wolves. Head was held high as he walked, tail hanging behind him, ears up and twitching to the left, then right, listening for any unusual sounds around him. You could never let your guard down when alone, no family, friends or pack around to alert everyone of danger. So you had to always be watching, listening, smelling and feeling. Deviant had one thing on his side that not many had though, size and experience. He stood at about forty inches at the shoulder, muscle and fat packed onto his skeleton bringing the man at around one hundred and eighty pounds. With a body like this you had to know how to control it, the limitations you had.

Something odd would happen however, the only reason he was in these strange new lands was because he was looking for some people... his family. Deviant would come to a stop, a look of confusion plastered on his face as he sniffed the air, a light breeze carrying a familiar yet uncomfortable scent into his nose. For a brief moment he thought the scent smelled incredibly similar to one of his family, the very wolves he was looking for. Limbs would quickly carry Deviant onward, his nose not stopping one second as he moved through the lands. His course of direction had changed when the scent came to him, making a ninety degree turn in the direction it was coming from, eager, anxious to find out who it belonged to, questions already forming in his head to ask once he met the wolf.

After a couple minutes of a steady jog the man would come to find something unexpected, three forms off a couple yards, and a small body laying in the grass... and two of them suddenly went after one of them. Even though he didn't know who they were, and that the scent of a pack border was between them, Deviant felt a strong need to move forward and try to stop whatever was going on. To have two on one was simply unfair, cowardly. So he made a decision to intervene, after all, the sent he had been following was coming from that direction.

The grey man would quickly move, keeping to the shadows, body low to the ground. He would go in a semi-circle around the group of wolves, pausing once he was to the right of a caramel and black male. Ears faced the three wolves, the caramel and white going for a dark male, to Deviant for an unknown reason. And then he would strike. With a growl the behemoth would sprint out from some bushes, lips pulled back and ready to clamp onto flesh. The distance between Deviant and the wolves would grow small, head lowering as he lunged at Themisto, aiming to slam his chest into the man's right side in an attempt to knock him back using his large body. He wouldn't try grabbing hold of him just yet, no, he had to see what was going on once he got one wolf away from the one they were going after.

"normal.
speech.
thought.
you."

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