Silver Moraine BWP3: PREY OPPORTUNITY

It isn't long before the rest of her wolves show up but she hardly notices them. Hush and Dio come into view, followed by another wolf she doesn't recognize, but by then she's backed the first male off the kill and connected with flesh. The taste of blood reminds her of her purpose, but not before she's received her backlash. Her nose stings but she scarcely blinks as she retaliates, stepping closer to protect the kill for the dragons. She easily leaves the wound, a gash down the left side of her snout, for later. Wildfire's feast goes unnoticed, and Rekkea has pulled the calf back enough into their possession.

He stammers some kind of alternative, something fair but their scent reminds her nothing except Reek's betrayal. Had he been smart, and accepted the coalition, her approach would likely be far different and the male would be own of her own. However, separated by enemy tension on neutral territory leaves everything else fair game. Thuringwethil does not advance for the male again for fear of potentially losing it, even if the others had devoured it by then. Six to two, the odds are in their favor with enough snapping jaws to keep the grotto wolves away.

"If you do not run," she growls, teeth and fur staining with blood, a mix of her own and his, "you will be our next meal."