The only thing that stood between him and becoming a wolven mud hole was a bluff. And not a very good one. Standing before him, wild, angry and huffing, was a large buffalo. Its head was lowered to show off its horns and every once in a while it would bob its head, the threat clear: it would stick him if given half the chance. Each showing of horns was met with a low growl and the sharp gnashing of teeth. Angelus stood with his head and tail raised, his chin tucked and his back straight. He gave the appearance of fearlessness and this was his one and only saving grace. In reality he wished he was small enough to duck into a gopher hole. So, he hadn't been very smart, right? Saw a baby buffalo flopping around all baby-like and decided why not have some fun, you know? ...MOMMA BUFFALO, that's why not. She was on him before he had time to squeal, chasing him round and round until they somehow got to be face to face. And now he was stuck with no way to flee without getting gored in the butt. "Speaking" - "Thinking"

She was still very tentative to wander these lands, but since she had ruined her families old den and had that encounter with Kyarst... Well that had made things different. She couldn't help but let her mind wander back to that time, her tongue slipping out to rake across her jowls. But it was for sure helping her accept this as Imperium's new pack land, she couldn't just ignore it if she wished to protect the pack. Letting out a sigh she started to wander across the area, when she heard the angered cry of a buffalo. As much as she loved to jab at the beasts, she knew that they had young at this time and were probably super protective of them. But out of curiosity she wandered closer, hearing the growl of a young wolf. Purple eyes narrowed slightly as her brows knit together, her gait breaking into a trot as she crested the small hill that had been blocking her vision. What she saw below her would have been humorous in any other occasion, the wolf and beast running circles around each other. Panic lit in her chest as she was rooted in place, watching to inspect the outcome. But when they ended up head to head, she knew that the boy was stuck.

Carefully Mercy made her way down the hill, coming at the buffalo from behind on its left side. She was in a low crouch, downwind from the beast as she crawled closer. Her gaze cut towards the boy, seeing the tell tale eye spots of Valen. Ah, so this was one of his pups? Well, look like they had his guts. Coming closer to the buffalo's ass, she jumped up and clamped her jaws around its rump. It let out a grunt, her wide head turning to look at Mercy. Her elongated tail twisted and swirled behind her, trying to keep her aligned so that she wouldn't fall over on to her back. When the buffalo had her attention on the wolf, Mercy hoped that the pup would get the message and gtfo.

Soliloquy tried to keep to himself in many respects though there was a part of him still actively seeking out his family, his children in particular. Every now and then when he caught a scent of them he would follow in hopes he might 'accidentally' run into one of them, be able to reassure himself and Isolde that the children were fine. So far all he could do, much to his chagrin, was commend Valentine on the spectacular job of keeping the family apart. Though he was a man of many mistakes and many sins, Soliloquy did in fact have a heart within him. He was capable of caring for another to some extent and as he ventured upon the scene of angry buffalo, trapped pup and Mercy to the rescue he didn't spend much time thinking before he too crashed into the scene. For his niece's life or the pup's he couldn't be certain but he was going to help. Markings, scents none of that he paid attention to in the moment, with a deep growl joining the attack on the buffalo to hopefully drive it away from the child.

Out of nowhere a leggy grown up appeared. She raced up behind the buffalo and bit it on the rump. For a second Angel could do nothing more than stare at her. Was she crazy? He then skittered off, dancing out of the direct path of the buffalo and towards its left side. The boy ran several paces and then turned back to look at the fae, and the brute, who now engaged the buffalo. Panting, he called, "Are you crazy? It kicks!" Why was it just looking at her? They never did that! Any second now it was going to flip out and kick her, he just knew it. Questions froze him in place. Should he help? Should he run for help? The rest of the buffalo's herd was beginning to close in, coming from behind the wolves and slowly ringing around them. They were running out of time... "Speaking" - "Thinking"

As she ran at the buffalo, she was shocked to see her uncle appear at her side. He tried to help her drive the buffalo, who was snapped out of his daze from gazing at the girl clinging to her ass. Just as the pup warned that it kicked, the prey animal did just that, powerful legs striking out to rid herself of the pest. Mercy was tossed upwards, losing her grip on the beast as she was tossed to the ground. She flinched slightly as she landed hard on her right flank, feeling a bruise spread over her shoulder already. The sign of buffalo closing in to block them off from the young, her eyes grew wide. They needed to go, now! Barking at Sol she ran towards Angel, seeing that the boy was pretty much frozen she nudged his shoulder hard. "Run!" she demanded, glancing over her shoulder to make sure that her uncle was hot on her heels. The sound of the buffalo's hooves cutting at the ground rang in her head, hot air pushing at her fur as they snorted at them. If they didn't get out of here fast, the predators were going to become the prey.

Soliloquy's attempt to aid as a distraction fortunately didn't quite go as planned. The boy remained frozen in place for now and when some form of life suddenly sounded from him, it was a warning that though prey these creatures were not harmless. He of course knew that, though the creature would fight to remind he and Mercy of that now anyway, kicking and fighting back missing the man though striking his niece. They may not of been the closest of family, though there was still concern as she was knocked away.

The distress of the buffalo had alerted the rest of the herd though it seemed, now they were closing in their heavy steps stirring the ground and the noise all too clear. Mercy would take her turn to shout now, urging the boy to move as he should have done in the first place. Not liking the idea of being squashed either, Soliloquy too would move into action. "Turn left." Though he certainly had no rights to give orders they would sound now as he attempting to steer Angel and Mercy off course slightly, agility hopefully upon their side and a safe point to rest and check that the pair were ok, Mercy in particular after the nasty kick she'd recieved and that was all the more reason to get out of the way quickly.

OOC: I'm so sorry, I forgot this one! >.<

Every snort of the buffalo had the boy tensing to run, but he held his ground. Since he'd moved away from the herd he was somewhat confident that if they decided to squash the pesky wolves they'd be too busy stomping mud holes into the grown ups to worry about him. When the standoff broke everything happened at once. The fae was kicked, a command was shouted, and the boy did as he was instructed without hesitation. He turned and ran, trusting that the grown ups would follow or catch up to him. There was enough distance between them that with the thundering of the hooves Angelus almost didn't catch the shout of the brute. He reacted mindlessly, diving to his left and running until he was clear of the herd. Spinning around, the boy sought the eyes of the grown ups. His eyes were huge and glittery; the product of excitement and a huge helping of fear; and a toothy grin threatened to split him from ear to ear. "Wow!" It then dawned on him that the fae might be hurt. Immediately the gleeful expression disappeared and was replaced by concern. "Are you okay?" "Speaking" - "Thinking"