Jesco

Jesco practically died of shock when the large creature soared over him from the other direction. In a state of shivery shock, the plush haired boy flattened his thin form further into the ground and pressed his sleek ears to his head. Jes barely had time to moan in despair when he realized the large wolf stood like an alpha, before he threatened the three brutes… and another dark shape appeared out of nowhere.

The way this was going… Jesco was going to find out that wolves were magical or something.

The darker wolf didn’t speak at first but landed promptly upon one of the brutes. She flattened him with a speed that made the young male scoot away from her. But there were still two bad guys and he didn’t even know if the two newcomers were on his side or not. Technically, he had almost shot across the borders himself - at which point he probably would have barrelled straight into the reigning king. The thought made Jesco shudder.

At the moment, his long lashed eye lids seemed to be having trouble decided whether they wanted to be open or closed. In compromised, his eyes squinted and narrowed until the scene became slightly fuzzy. It was easier to watch it in low definition. But he was MISSING SOME THINGS. A second later another wolf joined the fray. For a moment Jesco whimpered pathetically - not four! There just simply couldn’t be four of them! Two wolves wouldn’t have much success facing twice their number. Sure, he, Jesco was there - but, come on, like he would ever been anything but a hindrance.

Fortunately, for some reason the latest newcomer decided to pick his fight against the first three brutes: now for all intensive purposes they were even now. The big guy stepped away from Jesco who struggled between relief and fear, then dealt with one of the males like he was gutting a fish. At that moment, as blood spilled in a torrent from the “bad guy”, it didn’t seem to matter who was who… just the fact that Jes would be dead the moment one of them wanted him dead. He was hopeless compared to these warriors.

The two remaining pursuers seem to think better of themselves the moment their leader stilled - though they were both still pinned, they now had deflated in sorts - like they had gotten more then they had bargained for. As soon as they were free of snagging claws and the weight of their attackers, the brutes fled and soon were swallowed by the wall of forest.

An awkward, bubbling, nervous chuckled squeezed out from Jesco’s lungs which seemed to have compressed themselves slightly. His molten patterned fur was smeared with dirt and not two feet away the body of the dead wolf continued to spew blood into a small puddle which leaked towards him.

Jesco didn’t really make an attempt to look more dignified, he left his ears as they were and he wouldn’t be able to stop the shaking if he tried. But who could he kid anyways? Yup, completely humiliated, completely bested. Hey, he was alive! The thought bemused him and a lopsided grin flickered faintly upon the boys pretty face - then he froze, having forgotten that he was still surrounded by three wolves. These ones apparently skilled fighters who could make a puff of feathers out of him in about two seconds.

“My apologies, good wolves” The words were uncomfortably formal for the nervous fellow - he had never been welcome in a pack and therefore to him, they were like some myth of royalty. “I thank you for your service - no, I mean help - yes… very much appreciated… and needed… “. But words were running out and Jesco was beginning to wish he was back in his lonesome den where no one would notice him.

Why hadn’t he just stayed there? Out of the way of life.