Askan didn't even notice Lorcan wiggling out from underneath him, but if he had it was unlikely that he would have made a move to stop him. With Percy clinging on as she was, he didn't dare to make a move in case she got caught in the fray. As the seconds passed, his temper began to simmer and wane. He was still
royally pissed, make no mistake, but it wasn't enough for it to actually force him into action. He could resist the urge, even if it was a trying thing to do. Enough that he had to grit his teeth and squint in effort.
When Percy finally let go, Askan lifted his paw gingerly off the ground, before adjusting his stance so he could put less weight on it. It wasn't enough to make him lame, he'd be able to walk well enough, but the stinging warranted some sort of effort to lessen the discomfort. He was sure it would wane in a few minutes or so, so it wasn't too much of a bother. He'd be fine.
Percy was at the centre of his attention, and Lorcan temporarily forgotten. He wasn't an idiot, he knew full well what she was trying to do, but when she pleaded like that and even tried to physically push him away he didn't have it in him to deny her. For all the good it did, she might as well have been trying to push a mountain out of the way, but for her he conceded. He drooped his head, closed his eyes and inhaled deeply in an attempt to calm down. It worked, somewhat.
He had just been about to admit defeat when Lorcan had to go and make himself known again. Askan's eyes snapped open and darted to the other wolf, who was now standing a safe distance away. The Yukon wolf bristled and his tail stiffened in annoyance. Askan was no mind reader, so of course he couldn't have anticipated what Lorcan was going to say. But the words that passed his lips were certainly odd ones. Daughter? Askan glanced at Percy and then back to Lorcan. He supposed that he and Percy shared a slight resemblance, based solely on the fact that they were both dark. But that wasn't enough to jump to such a conclusion. The idea of him being a Father was truly.... Disturbing, so much so that Askan didn't know what to make of it.
Before he knew it, he was scowling again. "
She's not mine." He stated, as though it were obvious. It should be obvious really, who in the world would want a child of his?
That was all he was willing to say to Lorcan. He didn't want to look at the bastard, let alone even talk to him. He wasn't worth his time or effort. Percy on the other hand most certainly was.
Askan sighed, and shook his bulky shoulders. He was starting to feel a little stiff. Their tumble to the floor had been forceful, and now he was starting to feel a little sore. No doubt he'd have a few bruises to show for it. The scent of blood lingered in the air and he instinctively knew it wasn't his, nor Percy's (thank the Gods.) Askan felt no pity nor regret, the bastard had gotten what he deserved and there was no way that he was going to get an apology. He didn't deserve one.
Percy on the other hand did not deserve his ire, so Askan did his best to smother it.
"Yeah, alright. Let's go." He responded eventually, his voice stiff and strained.
Turning his back on the Whitestone wolf, Askan motioned with his snout for her to follow. They were done here, Askan wanted out.
(This post was last modified: Sep 15, 2016, 05:04 PM by Askan.)