the_debt_of_time

The smell of Moony's blood flooded her senses and made her feel sick. It made her
think of every morning after the full moon she had ever been through with Remus. When
he was eleven and sobbing into her arms. When he was thirty-eight and trying to hold
composure so as not to frighten her. She had seen enough of Remus's blood. Too much
of it.
She took in a slow breath to calm herself, and leant forward slightly, nipping
Padfoot's paw to let him know it was time.
Padfoot crept slowly through the brush, advancing through the trees. He made no
sound at first, but there was no need to be quiet; his size alone would draw Greyback's
attention even if the old werewolf had not smelled him.
Greyback turned and growled at the dog, towering over him, but Padfoot did not
back down.
Mia trained her gaze on Moony, who was staring at Padfoot and taking in short
shallow breaths. Calm down, love, she thought.
Greyback gave a low growl of warning.
Padfoot ignored it, of course, leaping forward and sinking teeth into the werewolf's
neck with abandon.
Greyback fought back, and suddenly, the two were struggling for the upper hand,
each on their hind legs trying to force the other backward into submission.
Mia made a run for it, darting quickly over to Moony. She looked up into his eyes,
and he backed away from her, his focus darting to Greyback as though he was trying to
plead with her to run, to save herself and Padfoot. Moony could not help them.
There was a loud yelp, and she turned in horror to see Greyback fling Padfoot off
of him, the dog's body slamming into a large tree behind him and crumpling to the ground
with a thud, blood spurting from his front leg. A frenzied rage filled up inside of her, and
she rushed forward, jumping high and landing on the back of the large wolf, digging her
sharp, narrow teeth into the back of the beast's neck, biting hard and feeling powerful when
she tasted copper. Greyback let out a loud howl and began thrashing, and she struggled to
hang on. The motion was too rough; she lost her grip and flipped over his head, landing
hard on the ground in front of the wolf, who snarled down at her, his lips curled back over
his large fangs.