Windsong

The white brute paced the terra, his long legs stretching with each stride. He didn't know what to do as the sun slowly came into the sky, the male had been quit lonesome and quarrel did not come his way. Windsong had been born to taste adrenaline every moment of his life, and this monotone life was taking its toll on him. Windsong checked on Avara, and her pups, before going to the creek and lapping from it. Windsong finally stopped, leaning against a tree and sighing. "Its too peaceful..." Windsong murmured, his fur bristling.

Eragorn

Eragorn had gone to play around outside of the terra and the 8 month old pup ended up getting his right paw in a small bear trap..His little leg had broken. He squealed loudly. His little tail flailing. He cried out.

Vorax also had gotten caught but in a Snare trap which was cutting into his paw. Blood surrounded his his leg.he cried out as well.

Windsong

Windsong heard the agonized yip, he leapt immediately into a ran, trying to find the victims. Windsong saw Eragorn and Vorax, and soon Avara arrived. "Dig up the stake that holds the snare down on Vorax!" Windsong commanded. Immediately Windsong knew traps like this would be nearly impossible to get loose. "Stay still!" Windsong tried chewing at it, but no avail. The only choice could be was gnawing Eragorn's paw off, which was painful and equally tormenting.

Avara immediately started digging furiously, her paws bloody as she gripped the stake and yanking it. It would release Vorax's paw.

Vorax and Eragorn

vorax whimpered as the two came to their cries. Soon his paw was free and he ran to Avara for comfort.

Eragorn on the other hand kept crying. He had already been gnawing at his own paw.

windsong

"Eragorn, breath," Windsong demanded, but then took the swiftest bite of his jaws and, hopefuly, got the trapped paw snapped off of Eragorn.

Avara licked Vorax's wounds, knowing they weren't very dangerous.

vorax

He stayed by avara.

Eragorn took a breath and then let out a blood curtling yelp. blood poured from his leg now and the 8 month old kept whimpering.

windsong

Windsong immediately began to lick the wound, knowing it would bleed rather profusely for a while, but it would heal with time.

Eragorn

he whimpered but allowed his father to lick his paw well where it use to be.He closed his eyes.It bled for a good half hour before slowing and then stopping. Eragorn was depleted and laid where he was.