The control was gone, snapped like the mongrel's spine had been and left in its place only screaming unevenness. There was a distinct danger to Lorenzo now as though he might crack loose at any time and rampage his inner turmoil against any who were nearby. Claws sunk into the frozen earth and gouged the land deeply as he wanted. His tail twitched behind him, the dusty colored flag lashing at the air with sharp whip like strokes, his agitation only grew the longer he stood here, the longer she was unprotected by pack borders, out in no man's land she was in danger but the walls of pack would help keep her safe, help keep him sane.
Her whimper shot through him like a spike of electricity and his head twisted around to meet hers, lips immediately covering teeth and hackles lowering fractionally, it wasn't much but enough to show it wasn't she that he was angry at, that none of his ferocity was aimed at her. A warm tongue came out to brush against her muzzle gently, bathing a small scratch there that tiny droplets of crimson clung to. She bled much more from other places but those would hurt her to lick them clean, the scratch would have to do for now. A soft noise came from his chest, not quite a growl but not quite a whine, somewhere between the two.
Juliet pushed herself against him and for a second he was confused as to what it was she wanted, the feel of her warm body against his own was soothing however. Her intentions were clear when she began to wriggle underneath his huge form. The male lifted up his paw to make things easier and she settled down under his body. He returned his paw to the ground and hunkered down so that she could brush her head against his chest if she so wished. The lovely femme only whimpered all the more for his savage cry and he felt her tongue against the wound on his chest which bled more than the others. Awkwardly his head twisted around again, he could have made things simpler on himself had he moved his form but no force on earth was going to make him do that so his large head turned uncomfortably until he could see her face, look into her eyes and almost snarled at what he saw there, self blame. She was blaming herself for her attack and for his injuries, for his anger, he could see everything within her gaze as clear as the sun during the day time.
Thees ees not yer fauhlt. Do not blame yerself for wha' tha' monstar did to yerself. Don't cha dare theenk tha'. His voice was calm as he spoke to her, gentle either, giving away no trace of the seething bile of hatred that hovered just beneath his skin, howling for release so he could take his revenge on the world for her pain and suffering. He would kill them all and burn the world to ashes before he let them touch her again.
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