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He ached.
He couldn't identify why, really. Something in his stomach was lurching and a feeling of dread had clouded his thoughts for several days on end--there was no reason he could easily identify, but he yearned to know why. Jefferson was the pessimistic type, this was true, but never the type to hide away when his mood was fouler than usual. No, he was straying around Phoenix Valley as always, taking the time to shift in order to keep a steady, easier pace on two solid legs rather than forcing his gimpy leg some action. Walking helped soothe the spirals of his mind, but his mind was not soothed. He had things to do that day. Tyrone walked beside him; the child seemed to have grown wonders since the two were originally paired up weeks, maybe a month or two prior. He would be a marvelous addition to the pack when his age earned it, but for now, the child merrily hopped along after him, speaking what sporadic thoughts and observations came to mind. Jefferson liked the company, it was plenty distraction; but the dreadful feeling in his gut kept his voice low and gruff, when it sparsely emerged. His nose hit the air suddenly, feet immediately halting as his senses attacked the scent in the air.
"Tyrone," he said, holding out his good arm to stop the lad. The child looked up at him questionably and cracked some witty comment, but it was ignored. He knew that scent, that reek that stained the air: "Blood." His fangs bared and his muscles suddenly jumped at the ready, eye flashing from side to side as he hunted for the smell's origin. It was so heavy and musky in the air, the brute took great measures not to choke on the stench, though Tyrone twitched his nose and complained. Jefferson poised his legs and began to stride a few steps further, before he veered off in a sudden direction and hastened his speed. The feeling in his stomach grew; the heart in his chest pounded tirelessly. Scents were merging together. Blood. Iskata? Blood?
Tyrone had taken off after him, calling in question what had happened, but not even the beast knew. It was not until his green eye fell upon her limp, unmoving body by the waters. Blood. Blood. Tyrone came running and the hybrid quickly spun on his heels and caught him, keeping his eyes away from the carnage that laid so close by. He didn't need to see his grandmother like this. Jefferson himself didn't need to see her like this. His eye, wide and frantic, stared the child down in a way he had never done before, but he tried to maintain a calm, normal tone: "Tyrone--I need you to run back home as fast as you can go and find Deuce and your father. Get them together and tell them it's an emergency." The child argued and protested, trying to see past him, but the brute snapped. "Now, Tyrone!!" That said, the child zoomed off to the main packlands, huffing and puffing on his unknowing mission. Jefferson spent no time staring after the pup; instead, he turned quickly and cautiously made his way to the matriarch's unmoving frame.
"Iskata?" He said quietly, taking a moment to ensure that no enemies were about, but they were alone. She didn't reply, and his heart sunk. The picture was all too real, all too familiar. He remembered suddenly when he had put some in such a position and deserted them as they were. He cringed. Jefferson reached down and was surprised to feel a pulse when it was checked--and as a result, wasted no time in suddenly, but carefully, pulling her from the ground with his good arm. It took a bit of maneuvering, and she was bleeding heavily--he couldn't judge how long the attack was, or whose fault it had been--but the hybrid managed to hoist her limp body over his shoulder, a grim scowl dark on his face. His legs took off immediately at a hastened, though careful, pace. His heart pounded, and he ignored the dampness of the blood that seeped into his shoulder. She was alive. Thank goodness, she was alive.
A long, cracked howl rose from his throat--it bit into the air like a lightning bolt, pained and distressed, as the creature burst back into Phoenix Valley.
