We Are Bulletproof

His sisters were out there somewhere and he had to find them. They had scattered after the massacre and there was no proof they hadn't been murdered afterward by that white wolf. But Savas had a friend helping him with that. Still, multiple eyes on multiple tasks were better. Savas couldn't do it alone, as much as he wanted to tough it out on his own.

So he decided it was time to call in the big guns. Or rather... his old friend the owl shifter. Athen knew all about the massacre and he'd been a loyal friend and companion while Savas grieved but this was different. Now his sisters had scattered to parts unknown and that bothered Savas. Not for the first time, he wished he had a damned cell phone like the humans did but since he didn't, he had to resort to hunting his friend down in person.

It wasn't much of a surprise when he found him in the forest where they used to live, in his hand what looked to be a camera. Athen had always been more connected to his human side than Savas had. These days, Savas had to connect to that side more closely just to find out what happened. A human had different avenues to use their investigative skills than a coyote.

Savas was currently in human form, casually clothed in a flannel shirt, jeans, and a pair of hiking boots. For a long moment, he was content enough to watch Athens with his camera. Then he finally stepped out of the shadows of the trees and started forward. He was pretty sure that Athen knew he had been there the whole time. Savas would have known.

"Been looking for you."

@Queen Halo @Athen Temple

Ugh...

A high pitched ringing sound echoed in his head. Savas reached up and touched the side of his head. Human form. When had he shifted? Blinking bleary eyes, he let out a grunt as he sat up. He didn't spend a lot of time in this form but he must have shifted to try and escape some of the pain. Didn't work--wounds didn't disappear just because he shifted. They just moved around. Made things worse, really, on the inside.

Blood covered his throat and his chest. He felt it when he ran a hand over himself. Dried up now but when he looked down, it covered a lot of his body. He'd been bitten and chewed up like a toy. Taking in a deep breath, he let out another grunt and held a hand to his chest. Ow. Motherfucker. Was there any part of him that hadn't been savaged by that... that...

Wolf.

All he could remember in his delirium before passing out was that damned white wolf. All white. Snow white, like nothing he ever saw before. White wolves didn't normally come around here. There were wolves but they were mostly grey or black. White? All white? He grinned at the thought. At least it'll make him easier to find.

Slowly, he got to his feet, using a tree for support. Bile rose up in the back of his throat when he saw what lay around him. A pair of familiar coyotes. The grin was gone. Stumbling over to them, he fell to his knees next to them. He tried to say something, anything, but Savas never was one for words. Instead, he let out a small sound in the back of his throat, running his hands over their bodies. They were cold. They'd been dead for a while now.

Around him, he could smell the others. Their blood had attracted other creatures. Bugs. Scavengers. Savas immediately got to his feet and let out a shout, scaring off a skinny, ugly little wolf that probably had no pack. Too late. It took off with the remains of a rabbit in its jaws. Savas sank back down next to his parents. Where did he even start? Wolves. He looked up, then turned his head sharply when he heard the sound of footsteps cracking twigs.