Moonlit Madness

The feeling of flesh parting beneath his fangs, the splash of blood in his mouth, the cry of pain from the injured, these were familiar and friendly feelings for the big male. New was the sensation of Daegmar beside him, her dark form somehow as familiar and comforting as the battle itself. No one he'd trust more in that position. Her own jaws had locked into the intruder's body as well, but suddenly they were not alone... and this form he did not trust. Her strident shriek sounded in his ears, a harpy cry claiming the child as her own, and Hati backed off with teeth bared as much in distaste as anything, backed off not out of her demand but because he preferred a little distance to gauge what he would do next.

Intruder.

That's what his senses were telling him, yet another wolf from a different pack walking onto their territory as though they had some right to it, as if they owned it. A growl rose in his chest, the urge to rip and tear this arrogant trespasser, to give her a scar to match her precious child's new decoration, but the appearance of another stranger drew his ire. He didn't know her either, but she bore the same scent as the packmate the pup had attacked - Arcanum's, but different. Was he missing something, here?

The newcomer demanded, yes demanded to know what was going on, and Hati, whose anger was not spent entirely on his short and unsatisfying attack on the pup, nearly told her to mind her own damn business and go back to the much more serious and interesting business of shredding the trespassers but stopped himself at the last moment, momentarily distracted by the by-play between the brat and her bat friend. Instead he turned blazing gold gaze back to glaring at both mangled child and her harpy mother, content to leave the explanation to Daegmar - which was probably to the best, honestly.



"Speech"

And besides in the meantime
I'm just dreaming of tearing you apart