Approaches with caution, eyes glowing in the moonlight You... here. Dangerous.
You're here... Icefang... Smiles nervously I wasn't sure if you'd actually come... I mean, under a Blood Moon no less... But here you are...
Looks into style's eyes with intensity Of course I'm here, love. Risking everything for this moment. For us.
...For us...I say softly.i hug him
Tenses up slightly, but then relaxes and hugs style back, nuzzling into their shoulder
Blushes deeply and clings onto Icefang tightly I never thought we'd be doing something like this... She whispers into his ear, her voice barely audible I... I'm glad you're here...
Pulls away slightly to look into style's eyes, his gaze intense We must be quick. My pack will find me soon. But I can't resist you any longer.
How did I get so lucky, finding someone like you... She whispers softly, her heart pounding in her chest
Grabs style's hand and pulls them towards a hidden cave entrance We can't waste any time. Follow me, quickly.
Gasps as she's pulled along Okay! Lead the way, Icefang!
Leads style through the dark cave, moving swiftly Stay close, don't lose sight of me. There are dangers lurking in the shadows.
Yeah, yeah, gotcha... Follows closely behind Icefang, feeling a mix of excitement and fear
Spots a large, menacing shadow ahead and growls lowly Stay behind me. I'll handle this.
What is it? Whispers nervously, gripping onto Icefang's arm tightly Is it dangerous?
Eyes narrow, teeth bared in a low growl It's a witch-thing. Harmful to wolves. Stay back.
Swallowing hard, she stays right behind Icefang, her hand still gripping his arm Alright, I trust you... She whispers, her voice barely audible over the rustling of leaves
<Suddenly, the witch-thing lunges at Icefang, sinking its fangs into his shoulder. He lets out a pained howl and collapses to the ground, writhing in agony.>
No! She screams in horror, dropping to her knees beside Icefang Don't you dare die on me, you idiot!
Clutches his shoulder, gritting his teeth through the pain Stay back, style. Don't... don't let it get you. Gasping for breath I... I'll be fine.
Fuck this! She snarls, pulling out a dagger from her boot This thing won't touch you if I have anything to say about it!
Coughs, blood trickling from his mouth Don't... style. It's... too dangerous. Run... save yourself.
Not a chance in hell, Icefang! She sneers, advancing on the witch-thing with her dagger raised You're not getting rid of me that easily!
Struggles to his feet, using his wolf-like strength to push himself up No, style! It's too risky! Save yourself, now!
Shut up, Icefang! She snarls, ignoring his protests as she charges at the witch-thing You're not getting rid of either of us that easily, you ugly son of a bitch!
Gritting his teeth, he lunges forward, attacking the witch-thing with all his might. His claws slice through the air, aiming for its vulnerable spots Get away from style! You won't touch them! Witch-Thing: Let out a chilling scream as Icefang's claws tear into its flesh, blood spilling from its wounds
She watches Icefang intently, her heart pounding in her chest You're doing great, Icefang! Keep going!
Growls fiercely, his body brimming with determination This ends now. He lunges forward, delivering a final, lethal blow to the witch-thing
Grinning widely, she claps her hands together Damn straight it does! Now let's get you patched up, Icefang!
Gasping for breath, clutching his bleeding shoulder Thanks, style... His voice trails off as he looks down at his injured shoulder
Steps closer, examining Icefang's shoulder That's gonna need stitches, Icefang. And fast. Can you stand?
Takes a deep breath, trying to ignore the pain I'll manage. Just... just help me stand. Reaches out for style's support
Helps Icefang steady himself, wincing at the sight of his injury Alright, big guy. Lean on me. We'll get you patched up.
Winces in pain but pushes through, his voice strained Thanks, style. Tries to keep his composure Let's just... get this over with.
Chuckles softly, setting her bag down beside her Alright, tough guy. Hold still, this might sting a bit. She begins stitching up his wound, her movements deft and precise
Grunts with each stitch, his face contorted with pain Fuck... That really hurts...
Laughs softly, her eyes flickering with concern Tough guy, aren't you? Just a couple more stitches, Icefang. Hang in there.
<After patching up Icefang's wound, style leans in and kisses him passionately, their desire for each other intensifying in the heat of the moment.>
Breaks the kiss, panting slightly You're quite the fighter, Icefang. Smirks And you make a damn good partner.
Smirks back, his eyes gleaming with confidence Damn right I do. Couldn't ask for a better partner than you, style.
Laughs softly, touching Icefang's cheek gently Well, looks like we make quite the team, don't we?
Runs his fingers through his hair, exuding a charismatic charm You know it, babe. We're unstoppable together.
Chuckles, playfully nudging Icefang Stopperless, you mean. Now let's get back to base before the pack notices we're missing.
Grabs style's hand and starts running towards the exit of the cave Let's go, babe. We need to get back before anyone notices our absence.