unable to bind.mated to none.father to Eztli, Lixue, Petra, Citlalli, & Itzel.Taviora

The hunt took a lot out of all of them. The pack had come together and it was certainly a sight to see but no one was without injury. At least that's the way it seemed. He felt the gashes of the bear's claws on his hindquarters and now that the adrenaline was starting to wear off, he was really starting to feel them. The bear had gone deeper than he would have liked, tearing muscle and it throbbed with every move now. He almost wanted to be a pansy and lift the leg up, not even use it, but he had too much pride for that. So instead he clenched his jaw and limped right through it, eager to get back to his den and get some well deserved rest. At least he had the taste of the bear's blood to remember it by. He was proud of the way the pack had worked together on this and more than that, he was glad that Tuari wasn't injured too much. He had about had a heart attack when the bear's claws reached for her face of all things. If anything happened to her...well, he didn't want to think about it. She was his best friend and she meant a lot to him.

Everyone was starting to scatter now and Dexter followed suit. He almost wanted to volunteer to escort Tuari back to her den but he didn't want to make things awkward and really, he didn't want her to see him in pain so instead he assured her he was fine and he turned toward his own den by himself, hoping to slip away from the others before the pain really hit him. He could feel a whimper fighting to make its way past his lips but he bit down on his own tongue and forced himself to stay quiet. No crying here. But instead another sound lit up the forest, the cry of someone in danger. His head snapped up and he paused. Was there another bear? He certainly hoped not cause he wasn't sure any of them were in good enough shape to take down another one. Not without worse injuries this time. Still, he couldn't very well leave his pack mates in danger so he followed the call as fast as he could, albeit a little slower since he was trying his hardest not to run on three legs.

Once he started to take in the scene though, he felt his blood start boiling and the adrenaline started to force its way through his veins again, giving him renewed strength. He saw Tithe on the ground and he could smell the wolf's blood from here and knew it was fresh. Who was attacking? Then he saw the flash of a wolf coming back at him and he caught a whiff of her scent. He didn't know her but she didn't smell of Taviora. An assassin of some sort? A crazed cannibal? He didn't know but he didn't rightly care either. She was attacking Taviora and he wouldn't stand for that. He snarled and launched himself toward her, ears flat back to his skull. He was almost there when another wolf came into his peripheral vision and his head snapped around to see the other wolf running at them. He caught a whiff and relief flooded through him. The wolf was from Taviora. He didn't remember ever meeting this one but he must be running to Tithe's defense so that made him an instant ally.

He was running right at the female and not making a noise, apparently wanting to use surprise to his advantage. Dexter started barking and growling again, more in force this time to get the female's attention on him so maybe she wouldn't see the other wolf coming. He noted that the other wolf wasn't even showing his fangs which confused him but he wouldn't let it stop him from drawing blood. She had already made her bed by drawing first blood on a Taviora wolf. He wasn't going to stop until ordered to by authority or until she was run out of the pack and away from his friends and family. He wouldn't stand down this time, just like he didn't when the Monster of Asteraia and her friends decided to attack four years ago. He would wait to see if the other male hit her then when she got up, he would try to ram himself into her as well, aiming to pin her to the ground and snarl in her face while keeping his head low to protect his throat. If she went to fighting, he would defend himself accordingly and retaliate as necessary, biting at whatever limb he could grab and even trying to grab her by the scruff and get her to the ground in submission. His back end was still throbbing and by golly, that only pissed him off more.