Feral Heart

Rythian lay with his front paws folded in front of him and his back legs splayed to one side. Yawning he flicked his ears hearing a desperate howl for help. Rythian wasn't one to help wolves but his curiosity got the better of him this time. His crimson eyes shone through the darkness of the forest. His sleek, muscular, greyscale pelt shone when the dappled rays of moonlight that shone through the leaves, hit him. His jaws parted in a yawn and closed with a soft snap as he continued to amble through the forest at a slow pace. The whines of a female wolf were becoming easier to hear. He frowned, he turned to look back the way he came. If he turned back now he wouldn't get caught up in some idiotic female's problems. Growling to himself he ambled to the blood soaked clearing where the female lay unconscious. Rolling his eyes he gripped her scruff in his jaws and lifted her out of the clearing. Putting her on his strong back he trotted back to his den and began to patch up her wounds. Once he was finished he set her down in the back of the den and lay by the mouth of the cave. Watching the sunrise he let out a soft sigh.