Strength In Unity

Chapter 17: Locking Up

"*sigh* I hate these things." the shorter one growled.

"I know, get down there." His comrade chuckled and gave him a light shove, getting pushed off and snarled at by the smaller one. Taking his sword and lifting it high over his head, he drove it through the bamboo door. Yanking it back up the wolf kicked open the door and hopped down inside.

"Hey give me something to see with!" He snarled, the taller wolf leaned over and grabbed a candle off the countertop while striking a match in his other paw off the bricks.

"Here. See anything?"

"Nah it's like a basement or something down here." He replied, taking a few steps around what he could tell was floor. His toes brushed up against what sounded like broken glass. Trying not to step on the shards, the wolf instantly twisted around when he heard breathing behind him in the corner.
Whipping around to light the area where the sound had come from, he saw nothing but a corner of the basement.

With a fresh bloodstain leaking down. The wolf gasped and tripped backward, dropping the candle onto the floor letting it go out.

"AYE Light NOW!" The wolf up top dropped down another candle quickly. As the wolf caught it, he came face to face with what he'd suspected would be down here. The sudden visual nearly knocked him onto his back as he was greeted with a half broken white mask with two burning eyes of fury locked with his own. The side of the mask that had cracked off showed two scars and a missing patch of fur along the jawline. Growling and clutching his leg with his paw, the fox made his way around him in a side stepping motion never really stopping just waiting for him to lose focus.

"Don't move!" The wolf growled deeply, his sword pointing up toward the fox's neck, following him as he continued to circle the canine feral and defensive. The fox coughed once as he bent down slipping a rock into his toes and flicking it upward at the wolf's muzzle, distracting him from the fox's eyes for a brief second, the fox smacking the blade away from him and jamming it into the wall. Coming a the wolf with a high spinning kick still holding his leg the fox lashed out at the dog multiple times and advanced , the wolf throwing punches left and right as the kicks came he blocked what he could hold off. When the fox jumped upward and jolted his legs out at the waist of the wolf, the canine yelped as he was sent backward against a rack of wine. The fox jumped at him and met stone wall as the wolf twisted out of the way. Falling back unconscious, the fox rested on it's back completely knocked out.

"you alright?"

"No thanks to you jerk! Here catch!" The fox's unconscious body was chucked up onto the floor of the shed. The taller wolf extended a paw to the other who rolled his eyes and jumped up next to him effortlessly. The taller one turned and looked at the fox lying on the ground. Standing over top of the red furred maniac, the wolf took a deep breath and raised his sword again.

"Hey! Wait!"

"What?" The wolf hissed, annoyed at being interrupted. The shorter wolf shook his head.

"Why?"

"Boss bear won't want us to do this."

"He ain't our pack leader-"

"Kirscher listens to him, therefore we do, you know that." The wolf glared down at his partner, stunned that his brother called their leader by his first name, it was something of insult in certain circles to speak it when you were a notch lower on the totem pole. His muzzle curling back into a snarl, his gleaming white canines (no pun intended) shining back off the unbroken side of the fox's mask. With an angry motion he slammed his fist into the wall, cracking the wood in half.

"Grab his feet and if he wakes up I'm stabbing him. C'mon we're leaving." The fox was hauled off behind the pair and dragged to the now getting full jail cells, doubling up in roommates.