Halfway between wolf and man, Corrigan is hit with too many things at once. The scents -- Kurt's blood, Benji's, the sharp acrid scent of poison and fear and terror, and over it, the bitter smell of his former packmate, something he'd hoped never to experience again. The sounds -- Kurt's helpless, terrified sobs, Benji's helpless whines as he crumples back down, pressing his big bloodied head against his mate's chest with a heavy sigh of relief. The sight, most of all, Corrigan's mate and his brother, both injured, both frightened, both calling out for him too late.
And worst of all, the knowledge that he can't do everything he wants to. He can't eviscerate Miles and help Benji and comfort Kurt at once. He freezes for a fraction of a second, then wrenches his gaze to the side, meets Leo and Kai's, chokes out a stricken: "Find him." The pair leap forward, not wanting to leave their mate any more than Corrigan does, but reveling in the potential chance to eviscerate their tormentor. The two wolves disappear into the brush, hot on Miles's trail, and Corrigan is on his knees, reaching out to gather Kurt close, cradling them to his chest, hand finding the bleeding wound on their arm and squeezing firmly to stop the flow of blood.
"I'm here, I'm here," he murmurs, his chest aching with regret and anguish at their pain. Benji is shivering now, shuddering as the adrenaline leaves his body, leaving it wracked with the poison. Naseer is already breaking off the arrow, leaving the tip embedded until they can safely extract it, putting pressure on the wound. The pup whines softly, big head in Kurt's lap, eyes flicking between his Alpha and mate.
Corrigan moves his free hand to stroke along Benji's cheek, through his bloodied fur, a soft tenderness he rarely shows to the other wolves in every movement. "You did well, you did so well, see? Kurt's safe. They're safe. You did so well, love. You did wonderfully, now let us help you, all right?"
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Date: 2023-07-18 12:22 am (UTC)And worst of all, the knowledge that he can't do everything he wants to. He can't eviscerate Miles and help Benji and comfort Kurt at once. He freezes for a fraction of a second, then wrenches his gaze to the side, meets Leo and Kai's, chokes out a stricken: "Find him." The pair leap forward, not wanting to leave their mate any more than Corrigan does, but reveling in the potential chance to eviscerate their tormentor. The two wolves disappear into the brush, hot on Miles's trail, and Corrigan is on his knees, reaching out to gather Kurt close, cradling them to his chest, hand finding the bleeding wound on their arm and squeezing firmly to stop the flow of blood.
"I'm here, I'm here," he murmurs, his chest aching with regret and anguish at their pain. Benji is shivering now, shuddering as the adrenaline leaves his body, leaving it wracked with the poison. Naseer is already breaking off the arrow, leaving the tip embedded until they can safely extract it, putting pressure on the wound. The pup whines softly, big head in Kurt's lap, eyes flicking between his Alpha and mate.
Corrigan moves his free hand to stroke along Benji's cheek, through his bloodied fur, a soft tenderness he rarely shows to the other wolves in every movement. "You did well, you did so well, see? Kurt's safe. They're safe. You did so well, love. You did wonderfully, now let us help you, all right?"