truth is beautiful without doubt; but so are lies (ralph waldo emerson)
The shock of Naamah's return to Molodian had kept Enderly in quite a mood, ranging from fury to a sort of pining anger. It was the memories that she brought back that kept this spiral until he had returned to his abode where Eris lounged in her normal glory. It was only her own saucy words and heated touch that drove Naamah from his mind and one by one his muscles relaxed and uncoiled. He was careful, then, to stay close to his mate for her presence soothed the roiling beast inside of his silky black fur and if it kept Naamah away then so be it. Yet he had caught the fresh scent of his daughter this morning, his tail lifting immediately and his eyes widening. Where Sanguine had wandered off to had been a mystery and he had searched high and low for the Houdini girl.
"She is nearby," he stated suddenly to empty air for Eris had moved beyond his range and Enderly did not wait. He simply took off after the scent of his daughter with easy grace.
It is the sudden screams of pain that kick his body into high gear; his heart fairly stops for a moment as he stumbles for he recognizes that voice. It was Sanguine and whatever was happening to her was nothing short of torture. With a sudden roar, of the like that has never once issued from the lean chest of Enderly, he lunges forward. His lungs scream for breath as he flies across the earth yet he sucks enough in to let out a call that, if any sane wolf was around, would ask for assistance. After all, Enderly is not some assassin warrior even with the short bit of training Kane had offered him, and he wasn't too prideful in this moment to seek help to save his daughter.
The earth dips into a hill and he spies the vivid scene below with horror for Sanguine's gossamer figure has become horribly disfigured. Blood coated everything and the black she-wolf who now gnawed on her ear was much larger than his daughter. His ears lay back as he bounds down the hill and splashes into the river with ease, his longer legs (than his daughters, of course) find the riverbed and thrust him back up. In two strides he is across before the current can do more than whine past and he lunges from the river with a fury, barreling straight for the wicked female.
He moves to slam his chest into her, his fury making him stronger than what he really was, and to knock Tick Tock off Sanguine. She was filth, a disgusting creature of this world that should be put down. What had she done to his daughter, his beautiful child! If he succeeds in knocking her off Sanguine he will continue his relentless assault, snapping at her jaw and trying to drive her head high into the air to keep it from coming down to get purchase upon his neck or face. And hopefully, in the meantime, another would come assist him with ridding this world of this vile vixen.