[M] Back off I'll take you on, headstrong

Augustus · 03-22-2012, 10:01 AM

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ooc Sorry for the wait! WC: 613

Augustus

It was the only comfort or healing he could offer, and he did so readily. He would not leave her pelt stained with gore. When he finished with her side he turned his attention to her snout, licking at her cheeks in hope to set her at ease. He was not one to coddle or offer up sympathy and soothing words, his caresses however rough would have to do for now. He was sure Deuce would handle her wounds with great skill, and console far better than he could. Her weight against his side wasn’t quite as heavy as he was expecting it to be. She was far smaller than he, but her wounds were grave. He expected the majority of her weight to be placed on him. He turned his head to her, “I do not doubt your courage and strength, lean on me as much as you need. You are not Terra.” He said in an attempt to sound reassuring. Terra had only lain cowed and whimpering like a whelp, Ciara had done no such thing, shown no such weakness. That she was still maintaining such a brave façade was inspiring, but he could see the pain in her face, feel it in her hobbled steps. He was no healer and had no extensive knowledge of the canine anatomy, but knew that something was terribly wrong. The cougar had damaged her greatly, but she was not yet broken. It gave his scarred heart hope. Perhaps, he was different from his father? The thought gave him pause. Would Lionel have slain Ciara, or would he have stayed his wrath?

He let the silence drag on, knowing he was out of his element. The thoughts remained, however. He paused whenever she stopped to shake her head, hunching down to better support her. His side was beginning to feel sore from being bent in such a way, but he did not let it bother him. She was in a great deal of pain, no matter how hard she tried to hide it, and his discomfort was meaningless in comparison. It seemed an age before he finally saw Zalen’s sable form upon the horizon, standing at the mouth of the den with the others of his pack. The tension in the air was stifling, and he knew it would only get worse. The Alphess seemed to be doing her job well enough. He tried to make their entrance as discreet as possible. His ears drooped with Zalen’s approach, but his tail wagged. After what they had endured he was happy to see their faces. Zalen licked at his muzzle and the Epsilon lowered his head to lap and nuzzle the Alpha’s chin, in turn, glad to be found worthy of Zalen’s thanks and attention. His ears twitched to Zalen’s question and Augustus’s tail wagged to be considered worthy of contributing to the Alpha’s decision. “Without any doubt, Alpha. She has done much and more for this pack.” His respect for his Alpha had not yet reached its peak, and he was happy to see his words rang true, and to see Ciara get the respect she so deserved.

With the reunion over a wave of guilt began to take over him, and Ciara’s life would now be placed in the healer’s hands. He removed himself as gently as he could from her side, turning to aid her with his snout attempting to nudge her into the den’s mouth. They were not out of the woods yet, and he would stay to see Deuce render Ciara her immediate attention. The calico female was pack, Terra, was not. Surely Ciara’s need outweighed the treacherous and stupid coyotes?

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