Blood sprays everywhere, and fur as they try to ward off their wolves without hurting them, making me realize they care deeply for their wolves.
I would have to remember that. It means they have a weakness, yet it also means they would probably kill for their pets too.
Yet I could tell this would end in the wolves’ deaths, majestic beautiful creatures, yet lethal and monstrous. A strange combination, they instilled fear and awe. Yet I could tell they wouldn’t stop fighting, which means they would be forced to either leave and submit to their pets, which I know they would not do, or kill them.
“Gnash, Hunter, Shadow!” My voice rings out clearly in an order, not even sounding like my own, nor do I remember thinking or speaking the words. Like some baser instinct to protect, the wolves ove
