Whispering Memories

Ashamoro roared out in pain and tried to shake the brute from his leg. The scent of his own blood filled his nose as he tried to shake Kar free from his leg. Nalyda went to help, but she had collapsed and was in too much pain to help out, she was praying and trying to see if her prayer would ever be answered. Her crimson orbs narrowed at the cat and she wished that she could do something, but she soon closed her eyes.

Ashamoro ran as fast as he could, he didn't care if the brute still had his fangs clamped down onto his leg, he was going to leave this place. He didn't give a damn about the wolf he had saved when she was a pup, he only cared about himself.