[IC] Swords Beneath the Starlight

Barnabas looks a little concerned, troubled by her warnings of wolf tribes, and was maybe about to say something before misfortune apparently strikes. His hair and hackles seem to rise up, as his lips pulled over his teeth, seeing Kin in the distance, a wide-eyed look of something between panic and aggression, that aura of an animal torn between flight and fight, but leaning towards a fight if someone was looking for it.



He howled loudly, pushing his lungs to the limit beyond any human capacity for decibels, a sad and angry howl as the fight began and the battle fury began to grow. Murder in his grey eyes now, deeper and harsher with the promise of violence now, he pushed out of the trees.

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Barnabus will go... To the top row, furthermost right square.