[@DeadlyPhoenix][@WildRose][@KatherinWinter][@Belle]

Zavist walked slowly prowling the streets with the pace of a predator. His head suddenly snapped up and he cocked his head to the side. The smell of baby powder drifted to him and the feel of distress enveloped him. His thoughts were overrided with a single thought. [i]protect[/i] a snarl came from him before he found himself running. Soon the running went to all fours and the shape became the faster wolf. Brindle coat flashing in the pale light as his pace quickened. Muscles rippling as each pace caused him to lengthen his stride.

He dashed past his brother Zsadist and the female vampire his lips curling to expose deadly canines. He was headed directly for the lesseners surrounding V the female and the child. He lunged tackling one to the ground and snapping at it as it tried to defend itself. Until finally he got the killing blow of the throat. Blood sprayed his muzzle and he ran in front of them his thoughts still housing the single thought. A growl escaped him before he stepped backwards to stand beside V. Wolf instincts wanting to protect but also work with his brother. Another growl ripped through his throat.