RETH - Anima
He hated this.
Every strike, every snapping tooth, every broken neck, every mortal scream grated on Reth like a claw drawn down his spine.
And the entire time, the great lion heart in his chest struggled as if it would beat its last.
The moment he'd thrown Elia into the traverse and she'd screamed, her hand flailing to grasp at him and he'd pulled away so she didn't reach him…
If he hadn't been fighting for his life he would have been sick.
As it was, the nausea brought on by his own brutal passage through the Lupines that had found them threatened to bring up the fruit Behryn had given him.
They were his people, these wolves. His people, drawn into a struggle to the death because he hadn't thought quickly enough, hadn't listened to his own gut.
Accept what you cannot change.
It was the Anima way.