Defeating the Darkness within

[Frisk E. Coyote]

Jack looked away as the minotaur was devoured by the demonic plant, shuffling his way behind Michael and using the older wolf's body to block the view. He was surprised to find that he wasn't at all shaken by the sight, or the sound of the minotaur's death, and it sickened him to think he was this desensitized to the violence. Perhaps it was all the horror movies he's watched, but this one was real. They had reached the group just as the minotaur had been taken care of, and Jack was thankful for that. The crystal he held in his paw trembled as it sensed the other weapons, in fact, trembling was an understatement- the crystal pulsed with a tinge of the force behind earthquakes, rocking powerfully, but almost soothingly in the wolf cub's paw.

"Are these the other heroes, Mike?" He asked quietly, looking up at the wolf who had recruited him. Honestly, he already knew that they were... he just needed confirmation, because several of them looked just about as shaken as he was, and the other more battle-ready looking ones seemed rough around the edges too. Still, they had done more than him, and he felt ashamed that he had not contributed at all. Still, a large part of him was grateful that he didn't. His cowardice made him sick to his stomach. "But I... I didn't do anything..."