Maksim Baranski was extremely protective over youngsters—should someone find issue with Titan Thorben staying with the River wolves then the agouti brute would certainly have to pull them up on it. It couldn’t be helped that the boy had gotten lost! Children wander, after all, but sometimes they go a little too far or a little too fast and lose the hand that guides them. Why, the leader could remember Mace racing down the rapids as if a lust for exploration had struck his paws suddenly one morning. But Mace … who knew where he was now? Whilst it still pained the Baranski, he had to reassure himself that there was hope for this swarthy cub; he could still be returned home. The lad alerted Maksim to the fact he was well and full which the male responded to with a nod. They’d set off soon and get the Thorben into the pack den. He would have wolves of his own age to talk to, after all. The Attaya girls were very intuitive and if they gelled well with the boy then, even when returned home, they’d have a new friend. Before they made their move, the cub looked up to Maksim with blue, wide eyes and questioned whether he could take some of the moose with them. The Cut Rock leader nodded with a smile. <b style="font-family:georgia; font-size:11px; color:#619F28;">“Of course you may. The others will appreciate it, I think. Here, I’ll help.” Repositioning himself at the hind leg of the towering beast, Maksim parted his jaws and sunk his yellowing teeth deep into skin and flesh. As if showing Titan how to do it, the agouti male began to twist and tug and pull at the limb. Minutes would tick by and his pale muzzle would be caked in blood before the task would be completed. It was a feral job, wild and brutal, as he worked through the meat. Then would come splitting it away from the joint.<b style="font-family:georgia; font-size:11px; color:#619F28;"> |
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