[M] Who knows where I'll be tomorrow...
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The sight before him as he finished collecting his traps was beyond anything he could have imagined for such a calm night. His pack-mates were in a heated test of dominance and he knew he couldn’t just stand by. From his angle in the distance many thoughts ran through his mind unwillingly. Was Gemma using someone to attack Teo? No that couldn’t be it… Teo looks strange; he had never seen him in his secui form and sensed something was terribly out of sorts. What was he to do? He decided he would take the side of the one he knew more. He dropped his traps that were in much need of repair and took off running in his two legged form. He just hoped his feet would do him justice as he leapt over fallen branches and snow drifts. He didn’t know if he would make it before things would escalate beyond the breaking point but hoped he would. It would be far easier to diffuse the situation through words rather than having to resort to his muscle. The hunter never liked breaking up fights, he often ended up as the more injured with gashes or bite marks to show. Sometimes he would often let youth settle their differences let them blow off steam but something about this seemed menacing and strange like a dark spirit had covered the land. Had this tainted his friend as so and had his own spirit feeling drained? He would need to speak to the leaders. This land needed to be cleansed he believed, its poison of war still running thick within it he was sure. He wondered if anyone would even see him coming, their heated glares sparking like a thick flame as his feet crunched through snow.

Wing beats could be heard behind him as Makade tried desperately to change his mind. Her desperate pleas unheard though, his friend needed him, his pack-mates needed him.


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