Even separated by several hundred pounds of flesh, they seem cohesive. Together they collide with the bear, together they latch onto it and pull backwards to try and anchor him, together they feel the bloodlust of their fathers stir in their veins. It comes from hunting together from the moment they could take on even the smallest mice in their communal dens.
They do not know that Dexter is fine, but it cannot be their concern, each so very close to giant paws themselves. They do not know that Tuari has launched herself and that is why the bear roars again. As they hit in sync with one another, not even a heartbeat between their teeth finding their marks, the rest of the pack seems to swarm the bear along with them. Lex did not manage to hold his mark with the sudden movement of his target, but he is able to feel the soaring of a victorious spirit as he tastes blood all the same. Herschel has much the same struggle as the bear shifts, making the high bite to the bears hind haunch pale in comparison to the second cousins of red and gold.
Vladimir is a savage and shaking bite dug in deep to the bears other hind leg just above the hock, teeth so close to tendons that the red brother makes the decision to mangle whatever he had a hold of with clenched teeth. A small snack, perhaps, and a useless leg maybe to be his reward. Constantine, leaping as he had, landed high on the opposite shoulder of his leader and instantly he deadens his weight, using his strong neck to writhe and flail his hold until the skin and meat gave under the piercing of teeth and heavy weight.
When it was clear that the bear intended to rise up, Alexander dodged in time, the flailing paw grazing the front of his chest just over his heart before the beast was too tall to reach for him any longer. Constantine held on still, ever determined that he should remove his own metaphorical pound of flesh until his eyes spotted the glorious ascension of the huntmaster of Taviora and he dropped whatever flesh still remained attached to the bear with a sudden use of his back legs to push off the bear.
The bear teeters back, whether because Vladimir had done his job or because the bear had other intentions, the brothers could not know. The brothers knew this was no place to be, however. They knew this so well because Neirin and Ifrit, the first born to Solevion and Trenus, two of their predecessors, had died in the toppling of a bear not much smaller than this black furred beast.
Vladimir watched the descent of the bear and the intended harm meant for him and was not so foolish has his father as to take the bait of a challenge. Instead when the bear might have made good on the promise of those long claws, he pivoted out of range of both body and paw.
Alexander, Constantine, and Vladimir out of the way, the only one left straggling was the smallest of their crew-- and the bear makes him stumble.
Herschel? The most agile of them all stumbled? His eyes are delirious, as if lost in the chorus of his stars -- only less peaceful and instead excrutiating in pain. He yelps as the buffet of 700 some-odd pounds sends him reeling just past the paws meant for Vladimir with the exception of claws raking down his rump and tail before he lands on his side, wide pink eyes looking more and more terrified before his brothers shout his name and he howls an anguished cry over the attack of his imprint.
He whirls, adrenaline pushing him past his red brother at arms and into the forest.
The remaining three instantly know what to do. Cover their small brother’s retreat. They knew the name in his howl, that Sidriel was somehow the cause of this terror and devastation. The cousins understood that he could not be kept, and yet it was Alexander that made the move to save Herschel first.
As their brother howled, as he forgot his enemy was near, Alexander had charged in to face the bear with its flailing claws as the yellow and red brothers had taken a surprised moment to watch their tan brother fly to the aid of his imprint.
Alexander in the line of fire, there was no doubt going to be danger and as Alexander let out a fierce snarl and attacked whatever limb came at him first, there was a breath of time that might have allowed the bear to do some harm before Constantine and Vladimir lunged to bite at the dangerous maw and paws remaining at the bears front.
// compile wounds
Alexander - small graze of claws over left breast and foreshoulder
Vladimir - uninjured as yet
Constantine - uninjured as yet
Herschel - cut from claws over topline from mid haunches to mid tail
//compile attacks
Alexander - to the paw that hit Herschel
Vladimir - to the muzzle of the fallen bear
Constantine - to the other forepaw that didn’t hit Herschel
Herschel - /end participation
//additional information
Alexander - positioned and attacked in such a way that will likely get him hit, though he will release if the danger level of his attack supersedes the benefit of having made a hit.
SIX YEAR OLD TAVIORAN BACHELORS
the second generation; the grandsons of the first packs
of scotavia | of solevion | of trenus | of ferrine
the freeman king | the executioner | the changeling | the astromancer
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