TOO LATE TO APOLOGIZE && captured!

[WINTERWOLF]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"]Winterwolf could not claim to be close to Onision. His opinion of the child was admittedly mixed — an interesting first impression followed by a snowball of disdain. His attitude earned him no favors, and he was annoying as he could be. However, that didn't mean that he deserved this. Nobody did. The lion stumbled across the scene on accident, nursing a wound of his own at the edges of The Ascendants' territory. Though freshly bandaged, the cuts still sting, and he walks with a slight limp. It hardly slows him down as he trots towards the smell of blood and sound of a low whine. Rounded ears pin backwards in a momentary display of displeasure and shock before he reels it in and looks to Alexander. "Are you alright?" he asks quietly, though his tone is still naturally gruff. Winter had never learned how to be gentle with someone else's pain.