PPing with El; Bobbi PM me if you want anything changed. ;-;
There was a crash of bodies and the scent of blood became overwhelming. Snarls ripped through the air, sounding off from all around. Siv connected with her target, throwing her over with a strong blow from her shoulder. The woman yelped and Siv dove for her throat, missed, and received a blow to her muzzle. She shook her head but refused to give her room to flee; in a fury she launched herself after the gray ghost again, and this time latched her teeth onto the woman’s scruff. She shook her bodily and forced her to the ground, but was yet unable to connect to that sweet, pumping vein she so sought.
Larkspur’s mind had deconstructed to the simple combat behavior of a true wolf. He was to defend his alpha; as it had been with the bear, his duty was to ensure Sirius lived. What happened to him was irrelevant—he could weather wounds the Boss could not, and his bulk was thick and hardened by muscles and fur thick with winter’s breath.
A coyote rushed at him and Larkspur snarled, but he did not move to attack until she threw herself at him. Teeth connected with the leg wounded by the bear, but he wheeled and snapped for her flank.
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