“Yer a bloody hot-headed fool!” Caedyn
snarled, her words distorted in Leopard's form.
Her brother
only growled. Lost in his embrace to the wild, feral nature of his
Wolf self. He lept upon Caedyn, his fangs digging into her neck. He
might have killed her if Caedyn had been less flexible and quick.
She threw him against the wall of the cave. He backed off,
limping and snarling as the sound of running feet drew near to their
combat.
The two could smell Tryggr's approach. Finn
transformed first.
“Must come for ye. Ev'rone knows, I be
the best!” Finn sneered.
No comments:
Post a Comment