so sorry for my late reply... >< I didn't notice this thread was up! @_@ Denver joins Maggie to attack Angel! 
Sirius' call had vaguely roused Denver's brain, but it was Magnolia's shrill and urgent voice in his ear, and her heavy, careless shoves that finally had him up. Pale blues shot open as he sat up, grabbing his jacket, dagger, and lasso as quickly as he was able. Outside, Maggie mounted her horse and Denver stared at it incredulously, a thick knot formed between his brows as he considered his options. Salsola needed him, but his mind told him to stay away from this massive cloven creature. The thick lump in his throat only got larger when Maggie pulled him up onto the pale stallion's backside. He rocked uneasily, grabbing a tight hold of Magnolia's thin waist as she hurried off towards the sound of the alarm.
By the time they arrived, his stomach was rolling. He very nearly wretched as the horse came to a sudden halt, but he covered his mouth with a sickly burp and tumbled off of the beast as fast as he was able. The more distance the better. But now, he was in the midst of a battle, and his head had to be clear. Dagger in hand, Denver assessed the situation as he stalked around, keeping close eyes on Maggie. Their intruders were four: a tiny, fierce midget of a canine with a long, sharp weapon, a much larger, dark brute with pale eyes like his own that made Denver uneasy, a mottled, scarred coyote, and an older, pale wolf. Instantly, Denver spied their King Sirius, his tan secui form dancing with the tiny beast holding the poking stick. Beside him, though, stood Larkspur; the epitome of strength in his own hulking beastly shape. Denver felt inadequate on two legs, but knew that he could not waste the time or energy to change now.
Finding the rest engaged in battle, Denver turned to defend Maggie as she lunged for the ebon beast with icy eyes. The Confidant was furious and shocked that any had dared to cross their borders. They'll all die today, he told himself, and he hoped it to be true. Gripping the sharp-bladed dagger tightly, he too struck out at the secui form of the dark intruder, snarling as viciously as a wolfdog was able as he tried to pierce the thick flesh of his neck, or cut open his stomach to spill his filthy entrails. Their enemies would not win today.
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