OOC: It's been awhile since I could use this table. I only use this table when Mars is in his Secui or Lupus forms.
Mars' mismatched ears flicked as he listened to the sound of rustling woods. Something was coming at them, and fast. Within seconds the beast was upon them. Something seemed familiar about her, and she smelt of pups, and milk. She had recently given birth. Had they stepped on her territory? Was she only protecting her pups? Couldn't she see that Amon and Mars were not in the area to harm her and her pups? Obviously not because the dog swiftly charged at them. Mars was bracing for impact, but it never came, instead the dog went for Amon. Amon was still unsuspecting, so when the snapping jaws wrapped around his scruff, he immediately thrashed about, trying to get ahold of whatever fur of hers could get ahold of. Amon let out yelps of pain and snarls of displeasure as the woman bit him. He thrashed still, kicking out his legs and clawing whatever he could. He even tried to throw his weight on the ground, so he could get the golden woman off of him.
Mars finally snapped out of it when he heard the yelp come from his son, and he turned into angry daddy mode. He snarled and he launched himself at the golden dog, his teeth snapping in the air and heading straight for the woman who was hurting his son. He didn't know who the fuck she was, but she had little right to be doing what she was doing (in his mind at least. Hurricane knew exactly why Amy was here, and he was just in the background, laughing and watching.) Get the fuck off of him, you crazy bitch! snarled Mars as he grabbed onto whatever he could reach, without accidentally biting her knives that was on a shash that hugged her form. She was out to kill today, but why Mars and Amon? What did they ever do to her?
Hurricane knew. Amon was clueless, as was Mars. Who the fuck are you even? What the hell is your problem? We're hunting deer, we weren't even doing anything to you!reasoned the elder of the Russos, all while trying to stay out the line of fangs ripping into him. He soon would rid himself of trying to reason with her when she continually tried to hurt Amon though. Run when you have the chance, Amon. I'll take care of this bitch. ordered the elder Russo. He wanted his son out of the way, so he could deal with this woman on his own. Amon didn't deserve to be harmed and Mars knew that. Deep down, Mars knew that this was all his fault in the first place.
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