Word Count: 371. Figured he should show up about now.

He had been traveling outside of the borders, irritated because his hunting had needed to increase because of Sicarus’ condition. It sucked, to be frank and honest. That giant coyote had done a number on his friend, and now Kai was stuck pulling weight for both of them. Still, he did so because it was needed, and he wasn’t trying to let Haku think the two of them would need any assistant. They were both strong men and it was only right that they should keep themselves together. Especially since they were in a war, of all things. Keeping this in mind, Kai swallowed his ego and resolved himself to keep them both in check.

He wasn’t far from Dahlia when a woman’s scent caught his attention. She was from his pack, and judging by the secondary scent, Haku’s woman. There was a child with her, this was apparent. As he trotted after this, he began to hear voices, and stiffened at the tone. Someone else was with her, and by the sound of it, someone who wasn’t friendly. His baby blue eyes darkened a shade as his speed increased, and soon enough, Kai broke into the clearing and found that sure enough, his pack mate (and wow, a gorgeous one at that) was facing off a rather cranky looking woman who was, from what he managed to catch, speaking ill of their leader. Anger rushed into Kai’s body, putting him on edge, and he stormed directly up to the green eyed female, glaring at her viciously.

“So you’re planning to talk shit on our leader and parade off to the coyotes? Why don’t you apologize to the lady,” he added, muscles tensed and ready to attack. Young as he was, Kai understood that if his leader had chosen the woman to bear his children, she had to be somewhere high up in the ranks. The green eyed she wolf was neither from his pack, nor had any business sticking her nose into theirs. At least, Kai didn’t know that—and if he had, he would have expected the same regardless. No one got to attack his leader and get away with it, especially when he was around to hear it.

Anger, hot and rash, belonged to the youth. Kai was a beast who recognized only strength and weakness, and who could not stand to see these orders disturbed in his world. His dark claws dug into the earth, but it was his muscles that tensed, ready for an attack. His head lowered, eyes going dark as his ears pinned against his head, fur rising to make his all ready ninety pound form more impressive. This was unacceptable, and he would not stand to see Haku or Haku’s woman insulted, especially by some bratty exile. As one himself, Kai could not believe that Haku would have removed anyone without reason, especially considering the bitch was going to the COYOTES of all things.

Even though his body demanded he move, Kai was well trained, and he was going to remain between the women until the beautiful blue eyed she wolf told him otherwise. Her scent indicated her ownership, and his belonged to the same man, and no doubt her word would be close enough to his alpha’s to decide what he would do.

-ninjas in-

Hurt her

Kai’s muscles, spun tight into a coiled spring, released at the words. He was her subordinate, he was her tool. As he had sworn to Haku the day he had come into Dahlia de Mai, he would fight. There was no hesitation in his movement, no moment of doubt or question in his actions. Above all else, Kai was a creature that knew the world in simple terms, in strength and violence and in the need to obey his superiors. All four of his feet struck the ground, barreling the massive male towards the much taller Optime she-wolf.

He did not stop to consider that she was weaker, that she was anything less then the target of his attack. Kai was not one to consider a woman anything less then a man, though Sicarus had begun to explain these things to him, and they made sense. Bending his legs and throwing his body forward, Kai’s mouth opened wide and his teeth sought the throat, the shoulder, like he was doing nothing more then hunting a deer. If he was able to get her on the ground, he would end this all too quickly. There was nothing behind his eyes but the blind and obedient darkness of a born follower.

Haven should probably come in now?

Even as the white and tan woman fell, Kai had all but shut off. His teeth and body were functioning, but his brain was nothing more then a dull, broken circuit. He wanted blood, and he wanted it now. His muscles tensed and moved, avoiding the hand that came at his face. Kai jumped aside, twisted his head, and rushed forward once more. Even with the woman’s voice screaming, he heard nothing. Her head was out of his range so he struck out for what he could find—her arms, her exposed sides. None of his blows held, as he was still doing his best to avoid her terribly sharp claws.

Somewhere in the background, he heard Tokyo. But her voice was lost in the screams, and he saw before him not a stranger, but his own mother. He hated her, suddenly and wholly, and wanted to make her hurt. A terrible growl ripped from his throat and he pushed further, attacking with more bravado and more intent. He wouldn’t kill her, but he would make sure she didn’t forget who he was.