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Instinct had overruled the cognitive thought of the massive wolf, who was as tall as the bear but hardly half its weight. This was no longer about proving a point. That was made well enough through his action, which was nothing less than devotion. He could have died. Sirius could have died. Unable to allow either option to take place, the Arbiter had done what his instincts demanded. Protect the alpha. Protect Sirius.
The bear’s fury caused it to break the grip on his leg only seconds before the lanky and awkwardly built body of the umber leader came rushing in. Several agonizing seconds passed as the bear bled out under them, and then it was over. Larkspur’s legs were trembling from the adrenaline, his hind one elevated and seeping blood through the deep wound left by massive fangs. Yet his concern was now with Sirius, and the wolf limped to his side. A single low sound escape his body, followed by a sign of submission he had never shown since arriving in ‘Souls. Several short licks came from his lowered head, cleaning off a small section of the blood from where it had stained Sirius’ face.
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