Magnus couldn’t say that he had ever seen something so sad in his entire life. The closest thing he could get to this was perhaps that brother of Viora’s who was far too weak to be her blood. He didn’t know how it was possible for someone to even end up so meek to end up in such a state. How has she even survived until this point? Magnus was killing things like mongoose since his first year rolled around and since pretty much took care of himself. Well his mother wasn’t going to let him though soon as he was weaned it started being a survival of the fittest lifestyle where if he didn’t earn it he didn’t eat. Be it catching mice or whatever it was to earn his meal for the day. He led a very different life from the girl that slowly was inching her rear from the rocks.

Thankfully it seemed the mongoose was the only thing he would have to save her ass for today. He wasn’t about to go up there and lift her. Good that meant he could probably leave now relatively free of curiosity if she was going to die there. However even in freeing herself it seemed like a complete accident whining and yelping as she pulled herself up and she was wriggling around in a most uncontrolled fashion. He sighed again shaking his large russet and rolling his eyes that was until the small black and golden mottled girl turned around and he found their eyes meeting.

The feeling washed over him like a flood of warmth something he-himself didn’t recognize but another part of him surely did. The beast within though fell content though it stirred like it was picking is ugly head up in interest. No. No, no, no, no. NO! He didn’t he couldn’t have! Not on this!!!! Why was fate so cruel as to give him this pathetic excuse of a life form! His eyes remained on hers oddly blank unable to move from her for several moments he looked stunned and in reality he was. Magnus had never experienced this, but he had. The vile pull he felt was terrible but for the beast it was welcome and Magnus hated it. Why, of all the wolves in Moladion why her. He stared completely nonplused then she spoke snapping him out of it with a harsh shake of his head snapping himself back to reality. He felt it all then, the pain in her paw her fear and some freaking annoying part of him wanted to go and help her, THIS, creature.

What a freaking pain.

Her reply was studdery at first and Magnus for anyone else would have snapped about it, she was lucky her voice was nice. No it wasn’t. NO IT WASN’T. He was frustrated with himself and he grit his teeth in annoyance eyes ripping away from her as she asked if the stupid little creature was gone. ”Yes it’s gone.” He snipped back, still not letting his eyes meet hers. ”Now get down here, your hurt and obviously someone has to take you home.” It sounded so angry and he was he really, really was. It was completely frustrating that he felt do driven to help her. ”Are you coming? Or you just going to sit up there and starve? You already look half dead.” He asked finally daring to look at her again white and green eyes narrowed upon her.