Luck appeared to favor the wolf on this night, for as he walked through the Dark Forest, his eyes landed upon the alabaster body the the target that he had been told to hunt. Dropping back into the shadows, Osiris tries to remain out of the icy gaze of Mauja the Frostheart. Instead, his mind pulls out toward the wolves which had moved from the Foothills area with him toward the land further south. "I will need your help to secure a target for the Grey, little sister," he says quietly even in the chasms of his mind, feeling the agreement of the wolf without words, looking up at Comadre with a tilt of his head downward to the ground. "Let's go," he says to all in his mind, padded feet taking quick strides forward now, four wolves finding their way on opposite sides of the trees in which the white stallion walks. The unicorn may hear the shuffling of predators, perhaps the whistle of quiet leathery wings as Comadre soars ahead, but they are swift and agile, as well as connected by the mind.

Even if he runs, he will be found. Like a cat chasing a mouse with a broken leg, Osiris is certain that he will bring Mauja back to the Grey in shackles.

The great beast comes to an eventually halt before a tree, and immediately, the wolves begin to tighten their noose. Steadily, the trio of smaller wolves move toward the flank, Comadre taking the right side of the King with a look of stern aggression that was rarely on his friendly face. Were it not for the seriousness of his bonded, perhaps the reptile would have sat back away from the scene. Above all else, though, he was loyal to the wishes of Osiris, and right now, the hybrid wanted to bring Mauja in to speak to his Leaders, for whatever they wished his detainment for. Osiris quickly usurps the left area of Mauja, stepping quietly until his yellow eyes can catch the gaze of the white brute from his profile, a look of calm determination one the face of the brute.

"I am sorry, Mauja," the wolf says with almost dull tone. His golden eyes look apologetic, even as the great hybrid leaps toward the Ice King, throwing the weight of his body toward Mauja's left shoulder, hoping that in surprise the great beast would be unbalanced enough to be knocked over. Simultaneously, the wolf bites at the face of the appaloosa to deter the use of his icy horn on his own face, not that a scar could really worsen the appearance. It would just be a mess to deal with until it healed.

Fate had seemed to smile on the wolf that night.

The great sculpture of ice has a face contorted in confused apathy that quickly melts into one of surprise as the giant paws of the hybrid lift to throw his massive figure at the former King of the World to the ground. The world rumbles as the figure of snow begins to fall, and Comadre shrieks in terror that slides a belch of flames over the collapsing back of Mauja toward the spike which rises toward the gut of his beloved companion. The flames eat away at the pointed spear, but the sudden flurry of action sets Osiris on edge. His nostrils flare, his golden eyes widen, but he cannot stop the crushing momentum which draws him ever closer to Mauja the Frostheart.

Fur on fur, flesh against flesh. The tensed muscles of the unicorn balanced so precariously on legs that loose their grip as the massive wolf slams into his side, tossing the stallion to the ground like a ragdoll. The wolf stands upon him with two legs, his hinds rested once more upon the earth and his front standing victoriously on the Mauja as if the glorious brute was little more than Winter's left over snow.

Rushing forward is the scrawny wolf of the pack, so foolishly and anxiously, toward the neck of the former Ice King. Osiris barely has a chance to register what his younger brother is doing before the wolf lopes toward the dangerous spear of the unicorn, letting out a sharp growl from his throat as he looks toward the wolf with surprise, "No!" he calls, a bark toward his friend, but it is too late, for the foolish youngster is already leaping with the excitement of an infant toward the thin ice spear crowning Mauja's head as if it were a fetch stick. In an attempt to keep the youngest of his company away from the violence, Osiris leaps from the body he has discarded on the ground, claws attempting to find purchase on the shoulder of his target as he moves into the air, landing gracefully after a short arc and batting the wolf away with a massive leg.

The formation has scattered, and Osiris quickly turns back around to face the King who would not be caught by surprise twice. He could only hope his movements were fast enough to save the situation now.

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Silent small paws bring wolves to follow Mauja even as he scrambles up, Osiris paying the most attention to the small, foolish wolf who had tried to grasp at the sword clinging to the face of the great Ice King. The female wolf follows the movements of the unicorn in the shadows, trying to stay well out of his sight on quiet feet. After all, they had already committed this much energy toward the capture of this target, why would she allow him to walk free from the grasp of her brother?

Osiris barks at the smaller wolf who cowers behind him now, pivoting back to face the stallion who points his horn threateningly at the hybrid. The wolf smiles, serrated teeth appearing behind fleshy lips. "With all due respect, sir," he says, his baritone voice calm, strong, even as he lets out a breath from the effort of sudden movements, surely not like the shuddering of the Friesian's chest. "You are far outnumbered here." From Osiris's side, the larger of his three companions growls, normally the most silent. Making sure that the distance doesn't close too far for him to get a running lope after the brute before he slipped from his vision, he remains a calm posture.

"You should save us both the effort and just follow me obediently." Persuasion has never been a strong point for the wolf, unfortunately, but he was going to grow weary if Mauja really made him chase his ivory ass around this forest. In the darkness, Comadre hovers above the scene, watching the movements of the Ice King carefully, much like the shewolf along the forest floor. "What do you say, Mauja? Will you become prisoner of the Grey?"

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The flat rejection and sudden fire in the stallion who was flittering away like a scared girl a moment before makes Osiris's ears flick back in annoyance. Was he not just slowing the inevitable at this point? Still, before the hybrid could make another pounce, the stallion of ice and snow was beginning to speak again, his voice cool and decisive, reminding Osiris much of the Winter winds. Questioningly, a brow raises upon the large wolf's face, even as Kaya moves to sidle along the side of the Frostheart, crouching low in the brush to keep her out of sight. Those words, a forewarning to the large beast, do not immediately seem as a threat. It is not until the yelp from behind the great wolf rings out that Osiris understands what the bastard means.

The little wolf, hardly even full grown, continues to cower, but not due to the harsh bark of Osiris, but out of pain. Curling inward, he falls, and it is then that the female lets out a tearing growl before the hybrid stallion even has time to react. Launching herself from the shadows, she aims her teeth at the delicate flesh of Mauja's back, right cannon, attempting to clutch onto it and tear the crucial muscles and render him lame. Mouth agape, dumbly, the brute looks behind him toward the squealing wolf being aided by the much larger of his remaining pack, the normally steadfast elder male giving a gentle nudge to the boy's face. His family in pain. His family. The ones who had saved him from the jaws of death. From the skies, Comadre sails down to clutch the youngest male wolf protectively from whatever curse Mauja has placed upon him.

Looking back toward Mauja, Osiris has finally caught up to reality. In his chest, a growling rumble raises. "I will drag you back as a corpse, you bastard!" The voice, normally so calm and collected, sounds wildly feral, brutish, deep, guttural even. The growl ringing from his throat continues, and he too launches his body forward, caring not for delicacy anymore. Damned be the order from the Grey, for Ophelia will not be able to speak with Mauja if he has his way. A lumbering body springs forward on agile limbs, aiming to slam into the left shoulder of the bastard Ice King, sharp teeth biting without mercy toward the left side of the brute's face. Today, Osiris thought he had been simply lucky. Now, he may end up leaving a murderer.