09-20-2018, 01:16 PM
Thought simmered low. Instinct reared instead. A predator's gaze assessed the soft places. Throat. Eyes. Muscle caged the gut, too thick for dull paws to rip bloody entrails. Kas stalked. Smelled hesitation. Only slight, and not fear. He was quiet now, no growl low in his throat, only the intense eyes of the wolf.
When Angry Man flew forward, Kas slammed into it.
And the wolf took over.
His chest heaved hard. The blood tasted like fire. None of it his.
Dark eyes glanced sideways at the question. One she did not choose to answer, though the shadow of a grim smile plucked at the edges of Nhysa's lips, almost a grimace.
"So he probably knows we're here then." It did not seem to concern her. If the slam and slash of bodies within showed any sign of distraction, she did not see it. Brutality underscored the wolfkin's movements, spraying blood. Punches that might knock another man senseless did not seem to phase him, like instinct did something to his pain threshold. Oh, she knew what that felt like. Curiosity tilted her head.
"If he's feral, you said. So you do believe he can be rehabilitated?"
When Angry Man flew forward, Kas slammed into it.
And the wolf took over.
His chest heaved hard. The blood tasted like fire. None of it his.
Dark eyes glanced sideways at the question. One she did not choose to answer, though the shadow of a grim smile plucked at the edges of Nhysa's lips, almost a grimace.
"So he probably knows we're here then." It did not seem to concern her. If the slam and slash of bodies within showed any sign of distraction, she did not see it. Brutality underscored the wolfkin's movements, spraying blood. Punches that might knock another man senseless did not seem to phase him, like instinct did something to his pain threshold. Oh, she knew what that felt like. Curiosity tilted her head.
"If he's feral, you said. So you do believe he can be rehabilitated?"