♥ I think I love Jackson. ↔ 381 words
Maybe it should be written somewhere not to scare the shit out of a naturally protective wolf that had just been through some traumatic event involving the pack he was loyal to and the family he loved more than anything in the world. But then again, maybe it was written somewhere and this particular unknown being couldn't read so he didn't know about it. Or maybe, like Liam, he just had never stumbled onto it. Either way, it should be a rule not to sneak up on people.
The brown wolf with the green and blue eyes stood motionless for what seemed like ages – an eternity even. In reality however, he had probably only stood there, his arm throbbing slightly under the gauze bandage as his muscles flexed, for perhaps five seconds. Maybe six. Liam Catori's eyes flickered back and forth a few times as he played an 'ini-mini-myni-mo' game in order to decide where to focus his search first. His nose worked equally as hard. Finally his ears twitched as he heard the very distinct sound of paws on wood. It was coming from above – Liam hadn't looked above yet.
His muscles were tensing even more as he frantically looked up for the source, mentally making up defensive plans in his mind; the best ways to make it out of an attack without the use of his bad arm. His senses were working in overdrive and the efforts were slowly giving him a headache. He didn't stop though. Perhaps ten seconds after he'd first smelt the stranger, Liam's eyes finally fell on its body as he finally heard the sound of a stranger's voice.
The voice belonged to a black and white canine – a stranger. Liam found himself feeling strangely hostile as he backed away a few paces, his eyes forever locked on the mutt standing on the roof of the boutique. The Miracles' Raid had really affected him and all of a sudden Liam was seeing everyone as a threat. Even if most would have found this particular being rather harmless. He was, after all, grinning like a lunatic.
Liam didn't see it though. “Who are you?” Liam asked firmly. It was his simple yet demanding reply to the other canine's friendly greeting. Poor Jackson.
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