*Fenrir snarls in anger, shifting his head away from the imposing fingers, releasing her if only to grasp at her hair, attempting to violently wrench her free of his face.
At his snarl, the brush around him seems to become more lively, his pack closing in, perfectly concealed yet ever ready to pounce into the front lines. Their growls echo around Fabian and Sirius, implacable and mocking.*
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Date: 2011-03-20 04:29 am (UTC)At his snarl, the brush around him seems to become more lively, his pack closing in, perfectly concealed yet ever ready to pounce into the front lines. Their growls echo around Fabian and Sirius, implacable and mocking.*