Foxy felt sick.
It was stupid to feel sick right now. Their lives were on the line. It wasn't the first time that he had seen death; it probably wouldn't be the last. But this was different. For a moment, he had been so caught up in the adrenaline that his brain hadn't actually registered that they'd have to hurt the wolves. Helena had gone farther than that. She had slit their throats with an ease Foxy could never have.
And Erevan-
Foxy glanced over, flames still dancing at the tips of his fingers. Erevan had just pierced the nearest wolf's heart with his sword's blade with a swiftness and calmness that just didn't seem real. Suddenly, Foxy felt like he was back home - on the world he was supposed to be on - with Diane at the zoo. Diane was cooing over one of the exhibits like she always did. Wolves didn't seem as dangerous when they were wandering around a little enclosure.
God, Foxy missed Diane right now.
A wolf - one of the last few still standing - started to make its way to him. It had anger in its eyes. Foxy held his hand out, desperately hoping that the wolf would just run. Why did they have to have such a strong pack mentality?
Erevan shifted nearby.
He readied his sword.
And then he saw the way Foxy was thrusting the fire towards the wolf - in a way that was supposed to look dramatic to everyone else, but was actually just a frantic, last ditch effort to save the poor thing's life.
Erevan lowered his sword.
Smoke billowed in the wolf's direction. Suddenly noticing the fire and realizing it was the only one in its pack besides the one that was protecting Siren, the wolf ran back into the woods.
"That be a good fight," Foxy said, making the flames disappear as he took a tiny, deep breath. "Me just wish ye all left more for me."
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