Dauphin could only process bits of the blurry action going on in the middle of one nap and the next. A fight, a new rapee, sex, healing, dinner? Barely any made sense to his auto-pilot mode (which he could've told anyone wasn't the smartest) and so he would fall back to sleep on his white stag pelt and dream until the next clustered chain of events would confuse him. Dauphin now could process a (rather one-sided) fight, between a giant beta with white fur and a nose speckled with gold, and a slightly less giant beta with a black muzzle and gray fur.
The first beta slammed into the second, causing him to recoil and unsuccessfully work his way out of the tackling blow. Dauphin could see the fear in the smaller wolf's eyes, and it stirred a great pleasure within him. Beta one bit with ferocity at beta two's neck, and a small trail of blood began to seep from his silvery fur, making Dauphin jealous that he could not jump into the fight.
More blood pooled on the floor, and the healer snapped at the (obviously) dominant beta to lay off. He glanced sideways at the annoying old woman before stepping off of the weaker beta's ribcage. Dauphin hummed happily as a few hominid-formed members of the pack exchanged rolled up fox pelts as a way of gambling, enjoying the twisted feelings that crept from within him. The healer worked over the small beta for what seemed like literal hours, Dauphin would fall asleep and wake up to find them still by the fire with herbs and other necessities.
He buried his face into his pelt, laughing quietly at the scene.
The first beta slammed into the second, causing him to recoil and unsuccessfully work his way out of the tackling blow. Dauphin could see the fear in the smaller wolf's eyes, and it stirred a great pleasure within him. Beta one bit with ferocity at beta two's neck, and a small trail of blood began to seep from his silvery fur, making Dauphin jealous that he could not jump into the fight.
More blood pooled on the floor, and the healer snapped at the (obviously) dominant beta to lay off. He glanced sideways at the annoying old woman before stepping off of the weaker beta's ribcage. Dauphin hummed happily as a few hominid-formed members of the pack exchanged rolled up fox pelts as a way of gambling, enjoying the twisted feelings that crept from within him. The healer worked over the small beta for what seemed like literal hours, Dauphin would fall asleep and wake up to find them still by the fire with herbs and other necessities.
He buried his face into his pelt, laughing quietly at the scene.