Guardian Down

Small paws carried the demon forth with more grace than one would think possible, the female stopping and staring at anything that caught her interest before continuing on her way. She had no real path here, finding that wandering was better than settling down in some pack. Blue violet eyes flicked towards a new scent, one that made Lyria's jaws water and the need for a battle even worse. This new scent, the scent of blood, preoccupied her mind and made her walk towards it, no longer taking her time. Her vibrant gaze showed some interest, and she wasn't going to waste time in heading towards the scent of blood. She wouldn't want another wolf to get there before her, now would she? Every second she walked seemed like a hour, and she picked up her pace, any grace she had now traded for galloping towards the scent full speed. As she got closer, the scent of the other's precious blood filled her senses. When she managed to get close enough, she stared down at the male who lay there. He was thin, battered, barely breathing. If he died now.... Well, that would be unpleasant for him, wouldn't it? Honestly, the female could not care either way, but the blood on him....

It drew her closer, her paws stepping only where she thought the land could hold her. She would not want to be in his situation, half dead and his fate determined on whoever came along; which happened to be her. After the longest time, or what it seemed like to her, Lyria stood before the male. If she sunk her teeth into him now, would he be able to fight back even if he did wake up? She wasn't sure if he was sick, and she didn't want to be like him. Standing there, unsure of what she should do, Lyria would change her mind several times, never really deciding on what to do.