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Augustus

The large male was temporarily cowed as his sharp words were met by the Beta’s unyielding stare and he looked downwards, ashamed to have shown such a weakness, and in front of the Beta herself. He growled at himself to be so out of control. It was not like him, not now, not here. His joining New Dawn had seemed a fresh start for him, the chance to be a better wolf, but recent events began to wear on his usual stoic demeanor, revealing the flaws beneath, the cracks in his façade. If he was not careful he was like to undo all that he had accomplished. He forced himself to forget Terra in order to regain his composure, and when Soran offered up her consoling words he nodded silently. Strange objects came spilling from a satchel that Soran tugged from a crude shelf and Augustus showed teeth momentarily to see the sharp tip of a needle. His anxiety was relieved to an extent when he saw Deuce approach. The pale Delta set to work almost immediately, and he was relieved to see it. Soran’s hand reached for the needles from before and Augustus whined. He did not know what use they were going to be, and he did not like seeing such objects drawn towards Ciara. He was about to object when a feeble movement caught his eye. It was Ciara’s paw reaching out to him.


His brows knitted in deep concern and he whined, offering it a lick before it dropped to the den floor. His ears twitched to Soran’s soothing words, but he was not quite so certain. His eyes flitted over Ciara’s form, so feeble. The fact that she had held the pain back the entire journey made his heart sink. She did not want him to see her this way, so she’d used up all her strength to maintain the façade. It was heart-breaking, and the usually unaffected male was touched by her bravery. She had a fire inside her, and he revered her now with the utmost respect. She had earned her title today.


The blood-stained male began to withdraw as the women worked their strange craft. “Let me know if there’s anything I can do.” He offered. His voice had grown very quiet, and he slunk into the shadows, though his yellow eyes were ever watchful.


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