The thought of their leader being attacked was mind-boggling, and I hated it with a vengeance. I would help them settle him, and by god if another came towards them with the intent of attacking I wouldn’t be as forgiving, the damned mongrel would be dead in a heartbeat. No one messes with my family, ever. I watch as Azazel came to the group, agreeing he needed moved from the water into a safer place. I watched with close eyes as he tried to move, stepping my large frame in closer, my front legs braced close enough to give a bit of support while he tried to stand with the help of Gandy’s body mass. I watched, listened, and was ready to attack at any given moment should more of the wolves come.

Lyden was finally standing, and I gave a sigh of relief, at least he could, and that was a very good sign. He was strong, in mind, body and soul, and I knew that it would be a positive thing for his recovery. I brought myself closer just moments before he stumbled back, his weight slamming into my chest but I didn’t mind. I dug my hooves into the soppy ground and heaved a bit, just giving him a shove to where he could stand better. I brushed my nose against him, breathing slowly, trying to reassure myself that he was indeed okay, and that we would band together as a family to keep from harm. I shifted, moving my body to where I was standing beside him, my large body angled slightly to where if he started to fall I would be able to help support him.

I guess my large size was coming in handy now, being of a draft lineage I was a large frame, tall, lean but at the same time very heavy and solid. No one would knock me down by falling against me, no. I looked at the wounds, noticing the placement of nearly every open wound and scab was located at the chest, it infuriated me. I couldn’t wait to hunt one or two down in my spare time.



aureila ; ten ; draft mutt ; silver grullo tobiano rabicano ;

female ; of the forest ; 17.0 hh

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