Arcturius watched in horror as the wolf spirit clamped down on his mother's arm. There was only one way he could think of to save his mother, but it most likely meant his death. He rushed over to the discarded axe head and pushed his chains against it, snapping them. He then grabbed the axe head and rushed over to his mother and raised it over his head, looking his mother dead in the eyes. "If I'm not your son... then you're not my mother." he said, and brought it down hard on her shoulder, chopping her arm off, freeing her. He then whistled and his horse came to him, and he turned to the wolf, who was now surrounded by guards. "We can't take all of them! Let's go!" he shouted, and rode off towards the woods.<br/><br/>Sent from my SM-S820L using Tapatalk