Cenna was hardly a brutish or even jumpy male by nature, but it wasn’t common that he got surprised by anything. All his thoughts and thinking simply were distracting to him. Made it easy for him to get lost in his mind, and apparently, in the pack as he walked around until ending up at the borders. Now though that it was established the same aged male wasn’t here to harm him or Iromar he was fine with the presence of the other. He was, perhaps unfortunately, taught to trust quickly, give benefit of the doubt to all even when perhaps they might not have deserved it. It was that that maybe put him at odds with Pine in some cases. The world hadn’t exactly been kind to her as it had been him. Then again he didn’t know what his world was like before he ended up in Taviora. Taviora, his being raised by Coza was all he knew.

Still Cenmatl offered a soft smile to the tall white wolf as he apologized again, what was more it appeared that he even knew someone here and was looking for him. ”Oh, Jackdaw is our hunter here. He’s your mentor?” Cenmatl hadn’t met the wolf personally, but he knew he held rank and lived within the pack. Honestly Cenmatl didn’t really know anyone personally, not like he had in Taviora. He was a bit more isolated here, and it was a big change going from going from a big family to just Pine. He was still happy in Iromar though, and if this young wolf was wanting to join his mentor finally Cenmatl could say he was helping Pine properly. He really didn’t know if he deserved to be called ‘boss’ when Pine rightfully handled everything on her own, but as his head seared he watched as suddenly the white boy tensed up.

His green galaxy eyes blinked slightly but there was no redacting what he had said. Nor would he want to even if he knew what was coming. HIs gaze moved after Israfel’s had looking at the strawberry and white wolfess he knew was stolen into the pack lands by Cuirass, a very hard working male. Now that he looked at her, the two were similar, only she was strawberry and he was russet, they even had the same colored eyes. He didn’t really understand what was going on at first. He watched her for a second then through his aching head the words finally registered. Wait what? She was going to fight him? Why? But the moment she brought up Pine, and how she would have rather had her his whole body bristled and through bared fangs a snarl rippled through.

She would not touch Pine. No one did. He knew he wasn’t a fighter, but if it meant protecting her from this female’s psychotic desires then Cenna would fight to make sure he could protect her. His head still hurt but as he focused on the female it felt like it was clearing, his gaze locked onto the wolfess, though it was like his snarl was a trigger. She moved quickly forward for a female of her size, it seemed like she completely ignored the fact she had a witness or that the other male was there at all. He had been trained to fight, but it was never something he wanted to do. Still that time training with his grandfather wasn’t going to go to waste. He moved out the way as she went to ram him. Jumping so that he leapt towards Israfel so that she might be between him and the wolfess. Perhaps it was the aztec in him that deemed he best protect the other wolf, or the alpha in him that said to protect those that were his, but if she wanted him she would only be getting him. With that out of the way he shot forward, his small fast form coming from the side of her and aiming to grab the side of her own neck, but in doing this she moved too, quickly grabbing him neck and shoving all her weight into him.

Try as he might he was small, much smaller than she was and he was quickly shoved to the ground. His fangs would have kept hold on anything he had, but when he was slammed into the ground whatever hold he had would have been ripped from him. He gasped, pain launching through his small black form as all of him went slamming into the ground his head smacking into the earth and he thought he could feel the side of his head and cheek be scraped. He never felt pain like this, her fangs digging into the back side of his neck, close to his scruff, blood trickling out, the hot feeling of her breath on his neck.

Part of him gave in his felt in shock though, his body frozen by feeling real pain, being in real threat of dying for the first time in his life. His eyes stared wide out in the distance, trying to make sense of it all. It couldn’t all end here, could it?