<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'"><span style="font-size: 15px">Sharp claws sank into damp earth as the alpha stretched, fur bristling and powerful muscles flexing before easing as he plopped down in the grass. The blades of grass tickled his snout as he sniffed at the earth before he rolled onto his side. Furry head resting on front paws as he watched over his pack, an ease that only came when he fully embraced his wolf settling over him.</span></span><br/><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'"><br/>
The lazy thump of his tail against the ground drew a few boisterous pups, who nipped, and yipped when he halfheartedly snapped at them. The groaning crack of a nearby branch echoing through the hills immediately followed by Jaymus' warning barks drew everyone's attention. Dark fur bristled as Cyrus ears perked up, his gaze darting to the source of the commotion. The tension in his body slowly ebbing as he cocked his head, eyeing the branch on the verge of falling. Vicky was in the direct line of fire, and if she wasn’t paying enough attention to get out of the way...tough luck. Cy would have a good laugh about it later at least.<br/>
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Not that Vicky had to worry about it, Jaymus trampling over a few slower pups in his dive for his Luna. The Gammas overreaction to a harmless branch was pure comedy. And were he in human form, Cyrus would've had a hard time keeping a straight face. But amusement aside, the Gamma's alertness and immediate reaction to protect his Luna drew the sort of respect and appreciation that even years of animosity couldn't stamp out.<br/>
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But that was probably enough excitement for the night. Deciding they should head back, Cyrus rose up on all fours before over trotting to Vicky's side, knowing that she was okay, but still needing to be certain.<br/>
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The run back to the pack house was over much quicker than Cyrus wanted. And as the shift took him over, fur and canines giving way to human flesh and bone, the full weight his responsibilities also settled around him. A weighted presence he'd have to get used to dragging around.<br/>
</span></span><br/><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'"><span style="font-size: 15px">Now back to walking on two legs, he smoothed down the front of his shirt, more a habit than any really mussed clothing as he stepped over to Jaymus. His smile flickering and brief as he clapped the man on the back, "Good save back there,” his face managed to remain impassive but there was no mistaking the laughter in his grey-green gaze, "I don’t know what we’d do if Vicky was crushed by a tree on her first night as Luna.”</span></span>