As startling a contrast that the blood made across the snow, the silence came heavier after so much rage and talking. The animal world didn't have talking. It had doing. The bite was meant to be lethal, though Vinicus was not devoured. Once his thrashing had ceased, the great wolf, its mouth dripping with steamy blood, moved toward Firenze. A strange thing happened next as the wolf rubbed its bloody snout in the snow, eating the white stuff and seeming to clean its face a bit. Most curious things for a wolf to do, indeed.
However, it soon became very clear that this was no ordinary wolf. Sitting on its haunches, it bowed its head after looking into Firenze's eyes. A glow came, one that she was all too familiar with. The glow enveloped the canine until the form of a naked man with brown hair became apparent, kneeling low before her. When his head rose once more, Firenze found herself looking into a very familiar face. It was the face of her true father, Faolan. His eyes were just as piercing, hie face a little less bloody.
Moving cautiously and with purpose over to Vinicus' bidy, he riufled through the man's pockets until he produced the key for Firenze's collar. He moved again to her and worked the thing free, throwing it with force at the corpse's face. It simply bounced off the pale, dead flesh into the snow nearby. Anger and revulsion crossed Faolan's features before they softened and he returned to his frightened child. reaching out to caress her hair, he whispered, a low guttural sound coming forth. "I am sorry you had to suffer him. Never again." His hand withdrew and he waited to see how she would react.
The smell of blood was thick and pervasive.
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