OOC: Not as good as the original, but it's got the gist of it || Word Count →000
His brother's voice rang in his ears and Augustus hurtled towards the sound with more urgency. He'd seen how close Tharin was with the mother, Kiara, and with the woman's pups missing. Augustus was not so dull as he might've seemed, he could put two and two together. Soon enough he caught sight of his tawny brother and slowed his pace, his nostrils flaring with the scent of blood. When he drew near he took in the sight of his brother's wounds. His left ear, nothing but a stub, leg torn and bleeding, muzzle scarred, and several shallow cuts in his back, Tharin was in a bad state and the bi-colored brute whined to see him in such pain. He drew near and lapped at the missing ear. He was no healer, not like Fayne, Jiva, or Deuce, but he could clean him up well enough. The pale scars on the right side of his face were a living testament his experiences with infection. He wanted to prevent that from happening to Tharin. He moved on to Tharin's back, cleaning the wounds with long, rough strokes of his tongue. He'd not bothered to be gentle with the tawny man, but cleansed him thoroughly and without mercy. Lastly he nudged at the injured leg, whining at the severity of it, and lapped at the bits of congealed blood upon his fur. When he was finished, he stepped back and stood before Tharin, meeting his gaze with an icy glare.
"That bitch did this." He growled, knowingly. "You were a fool to go after her alone! What were you thinking?" He snarled suddenly, showing no further mercy or care for his brother's weakened state. He could not believe the man had been so stupid. His tail lashed angrily behind him, lips drawn back in a snarl as he scolded Tharin. "I did not teach you to fight, to defend yourself, just so you could go off and risk your life! The pack's problem's are the pack's problems! I cannot defend you if you all insist on leaving!" He roared, thinking of Fayne, of Palaydrin, who'd left New Dawn for one reason or another and returned shaken and bleeding. Whatever their reasons, they were not good enough for the Epsilon. "The least you could have done was ask me to go with you!"
He snorted, snot spraying as he thrashed his head to the side, biting down on his lip to control himself. Yellow eyes roved over his brother, softening on the pain he glimpsed in his eyes. "You should see Fayne." He said quieter. The silvery woman would be able to care for Tharin much better than he, and by the looks of it, Tharin was in desparate need of help.
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