Haziel might as well have been a part of the little pack from the mountain of time he had spent roaming to and from the dens. Though really he avoided them most of the time, greeting his patient Everlyse and seeing to her ever improving health, he was always punctual, morning, noon and night to see her and make sure that all was going well and she was not straining herself. Time was improving her health though, and with the help of both mate and especially now that her soul has joined her he had seen remarkable recovering within the small white fem. She would be right as rain by summer he thought, quite the change from his original 50/50 diagnosis that night when her four children were born. It was coming about the time he usually paid a visit to her, with a crack of his neck the large brute rose from his den, picking up his prepared bag made of hare before stepping out of the den, but something clung to the air he could feel it… smell it and with his ears he could hear it.

Being blind had its perks, take away once sense and the others see fit to take over. He wasn’t far from them all, being an introvert himself he was placed somewhat far from the center his worry though the sounds and scents even if he was wrong it didn’t hurt to send the call to the skies. Warning… help… come quickly. A call for the warriors of the pack though Haziel wasn’t about to let them do the work. He still clutched the bag as he sprinted from his den shortly after the call, he didn’t have to see it, he knew it was there, knew what it was. He found being blind tended to have its blessings, and today maybe it just might save someone, not that he ever needed his eyes to save anyone anyway.

He was born of alphas, warriors, assassins, it wasn’t in his being to sit out when those around him needed help, he might have been a healer but he had the heart and blood of his family only choosing such a path to be helpful it didn’t stop the sound of blood pounding in his ears as he took the well worn trail towards the group of females, particually one Everlyse, that he felt a strong desire to protect. Lucky her… it seemed her stubbornness might have stuck a cord on the angel boy, not one of love like Ifrit or Reich but kinship, something he respected and perhaps found a friendship in. It wasn’t to say he didn’t want to help the other mothers and pups that were there protect their young, he would have it was just he was more driven less impassive as perhaps he would have been should it have just been them. He knew little Semele would be there, and her siblings too along with their mother and while he had no doubts that their equally large father would defend them the blood that filled the air certainly wasn’t encouraging.

Haziel could hear them, the crunch of bones, though he couldn’t tell what it was as no one could be so skilled as that, the roars and ripping of flesh. There was no way he could fully gauge what was going on before him but his ears and nose painted a pretty decent and gruesome image for him. Blood wolf and bear a like filled the air the hulking brute’s nose so thick he knew where they were and his hackles and tail raised. He scented Neirin, someone he had not met but being around the den so much had given to at least know his scent and name, he whipped around to that side of him smelling him underneath the stench of the large creature that was boring down.

Something told him he was lost, and the muffled gargled grunts of the bear told Haziel he had something in his maw and it was thick with Ifrit’s scent and blood. Someone he was slightly more close with perhaps. The blind healer though pivoted on paws, he threw all of his weight towards the side of the bear to hopefully shove him off of Neirin, teeter it to one side while fangs sought out the tender flesh of the arm pit. Being had its knowledge, what spots were weakest, hurt the most and crippled. It wasn’t until he was upon the bear that a roaring snarl made his way to his maw digging in his fangs just behind his mark before he drove forward trying to take his pound of flesh from the beast and while he felt it was in vain maybe save someone’s life by immobilizing the non-injured leg of the bear. It wouldn’t kill anyone else, unless it was him and over his dead body. Today the assassin blood was turned loose.