YOU SHOULD SEE ME IN A CROWN && abandoned fawn.

[toboggan]

"Don’t you dare!" the wolverine exclaimed tensely, bang to rights witnessing an unacquainted wolf, one that carried Sunhaven’s scent, about a scarf down a fawn for a light snack. To that, he charged in, and attempted to throw off Ymir’s keenness on ending the baby deer’s existence. Why Wendell intervened, it wasn’t exactly clear as crystal. It wasn’t that he was against the hunting and consuming of other animals (it was in his blood to do exactly so). Was it savage to kill an infant? Maybe so, though if it was for feasting upon, contrary to merely killing a child for the joy of sadism, it was completely justifiable in his eyes. Nay, hunting a youngster had nothing to do with his choice. It was who the youngster appeared to be. The yearling egressed a certain quality, one that tasted sharply of familiarity. It implied insanity to prevent someone much larger than you from fulfilling their intentions, and perhaps Wendell was insane, but he was not going to allow the death of someone he potentially knew, regardless of it being a past-life recognition or not. ”This one looks to be more in need of saving than eating, right?”.

Optimistically, his argument wouldn’t do Ymir’s nut too badly - but if it did, he may have found himself in a heap of tribulation.