you do not know who is your friend

or who is your enemy

until the ICE breaks.

It was sweet, the taste of blood between his teeth. Flesh gave way at the power of his jaws, arteries and veins tearing open to leak the monster's lifeblood straight into his mouth; red stained Ice's white muzzle and throat, running between his fangs. He could feel the fading force of Slyscar's pulse, the rush of it into his mouth lessening as they sank down towards the earth was one. Black legs buckled under the devil, and Ice was unwilling to let go of his prey until no life remained in him. From the corner of his eye he saw Cali leap in, ripping at the dying wolf's flank as if he were prey, aided by the two black shadows who had come to Ice's aid earlier. This threat had hounded them for months, shadows in the darkness and specters in the fog, but once the wolves of the Lore had come into their lair they were helpless.. and now, very dead.


Small cuts and scrapes lined the right half of his face where Slyscar's frantic teeth had collided with his skull; now that he stopped to think about it, it stung a bit, just like his neck. Slowly Ice pried his jaws apart, fangs slipping out of the dead wolf's flesh again, and stood up straight, staring down at the face of his defeated enemy. His eyes had gone dull and glazed over; white hair was stuck in his salivating jaws. Ice grimaced, and turned to look at Kade, Elettra and Cali in turn, giving them somber nods. The smell of victory began to permeate the air, and he looked over his shoulder, where the fallen form of the white wolf lay desecrated. They had won.


"It's over," he rumbled to those who would hear; his silver eyes moved over to where a wolf, who had not been with them previously, lay dying, guarded by one of the Hollow wolves. Ice frowned; his nose was clogged up with the scent of blood, and he rubbed it against the inside of his foreleg, leaving a large, red stain before padding over to the fallen one and @Destin. He said nothing, merely lowered his head to sniff the stranger; blood, both his own and someone else's.. a scent that was vaguely familiar, if not so much as Fleetfoot's... Hopefully, it meant that that other wolf was dead, too. Without a word Ice tipped his white head back, to sing a song of victory and loss, of this stranger. It was likely they would disperse now, to go home with their own friends and families; their job here was done.

.ice aesir