Anxious or calm, his expression was an alert tension. Panicking only served to make the situation worse, and besides, Tsume was never the one to lose his head. He was usually the voice of reason, however harsh it was. So as they stood there, with Toboe looking to him for direction, he held his ground, alert and focused on the crowd for shadows of movement.
It would be a bad idea to take off running through the crowd for whatever reason. Making a scene was always something they avoided, and running after that sound would've been pointless, anyway, cause as they closed in, his ears twitched. When his head turned and body swiveled to face the scentless sound, he saw blue blurs streaking for Toboe.
His ears laid back with a quick growl and he jumped for the first Flood that came in and attacked Toboe. That one he met head on when it tried to get in another hit, teeth catching an arm to sink in--he wasn't letting it lay another hand on the runt, not with the guilt he'd been burdened by. It was like rubber in his mouth, but despite that, he still jerked his head one way before snapping back to fling it against a wall. There was no blood dribbling into his maw, no sound of tearing flesh or breaking bones, and no yells of pain. After hitting the wall, it merely fell and sank into the ground, a mobile shadow.
He...had never seen anything like that, and it caught him off guard. The people around them started to clear the area with panicked sounds, especially as a half dozen more started to creep in and surround the two wolves. There was a moment they stood in wait, the new arrivals staring them down as the one shadow crept back in for another attack, still on the ground. As that one zig-zagged and bounced around the area in no pattern at all, the others started to converge.
Even compared to the wolves, they were still fast. They didn't come in straight lines, they moved almost at random, so by the time one was close enough to snap at, the first one he smacked into the wall had jumped from the ground to come up at his flank. He'd turn to snap at it quickly enough with a snarl in his throat after it cut into his skin, but it had already sank back into the ground and he only bit at the air. But the other six were on them by this point. He'd keep an eye on Toboe--Tsume was never one to be terribly obvious about his intentions and inner thoughts, but he'd keep them from overwhelming the pup, even as he kept them off of himself, managing to snag one of the blue blurs by a leg to throw down on the ground as it streaked past him on its way to Toboe.
Cuts and scratches were inevitable, but they didn't seem strong enough to cut deep enough to make lethal wounds, just one or two painful claw marks here and there as they went around.
P: WALL O' TEXT.
It would be a bad idea to take off running through the crowd for whatever reason. Making a scene was always something they avoided, and running after that sound would've been pointless, anyway, cause as they closed in, his ears twitched. When his head turned and body swiveled to face the scentless sound, he saw blue blurs streaking for Toboe.
His ears laid back with a quick growl and he jumped for the first Flood that came in and attacked Toboe. That one he met head on when it tried to get in another hit, teeth catching an arm to sink in--he wasn't letting it lay another hand on the runt, not with the guilt he'd been burdened by. It was like rubber in his mouth, but despite that, he still jerked his head one way before snapping back to fling it against a wall. There was no blood dribbling into his maw, no sound of tearing flesh or breaking bones, and no yells of pain. After hitting the wall, it merely fell and sank into the ground, a mobile shadow.
He...had never seen anything like that, and it caught him off guard. The people around them started to clear the area with panicked sounds, especially as a half dozen more started to creep in and surround the two wolves. There was a moment they stood in wait, the new arrivals staring them down as the one shadow crept back in for another attack, still on the ground. As that one zig-zagged and bounced around the area in no pattern at all, the others started to converge.
Even compared to the wolves, they were still fast. They didn't come in straight lines, they moved almost at random, so by the time one was close enough to snap at, the first one he smacked into the wall had jumped from the ground to come up at his flank. He'd turn to snap at it quickly enough with a snarl in his throat after it cut into his skin, but it had already sank back into the ground and he only bit at the air. But the other six were on them by this point. He'd keep an eye on Toboe--Tsume was never one to be terribly obvious about his intentions and inner thoughts, but he'd keep them from overwhelming the pup, even as he kept them off of himself, managing to snag one of the blue blurs by a leg to throw down on the ground as it streaked past him on its way to Toboe.
Cuts and scratches were inevitable, but they didn't seem strong enough to cut deep enough to make lethal wounds, just one or two painful claw marks here and there as they went around.