Fallen looked at his surroundings,blood,war,more blood,war,angry wolves.
He stared in the direction of Anastasia, then shook his head. "This is far too dangerous.." he began but then focused on his foe.
He studied it,examining from head to tail. Fallen had been blinded,his opponent was weaker than he expected. The chest,weak, vulnerable. Fallen was now in complete control,the large brute would loose. Fallen leaped into the air attacking the wolf's throat,the foe would have been expecting this,but this was apart of Fallen's strategy. His foe had rolled over,Fallen's plan was working. He tackled the brute's belly,then tore him apart,ripping at the stomach. Blood stained the snow making it crimson red.
The wolf was going to die. The wolf's last words were muffled. "Brother..why?" Fallen by then had stopped in his tracks,he was ashamed. Everything was clear to him,but one thing. Why did the four wolves attack them if the two pack leaders were brothers,family? It just didn't make since. After the thoughts had been in his head,the wolves had retreated almost instantly. All that was left behind was the dead bodies and the blood shed,painting the snow. Fallen was disgusted with himself,he walked into the cave alone.
He sat down in a corner,staring at his wounds,these scars were permanent. Even if they did fade,they'd still haunt him forever.
He had murdered his own brother.