Stone Circle Getting up midday makes me tired

He'd gotten greedy. The woman roughly snatched him up by the back of his neck, teeth sinking in cruelly. Corvus had just let go to readjust himself when the sound of a man's deep, booming voice hit him. His eyes widened in surprise, darting in the voice's direction to behold the most massive wolf the mercenary had ever seen, muscles rippling beneath thick grey fur―and he was charging right for him. Corvus was confident, but not a fool.

A fresh wave of adrenaline overcame him as his body screamed, move! He wriggled out of the woman's grasp and sprinted away, though the bastard ran with his tail held high. He'd shown the virago what he was made of and even left his permanent mark on her. She did the same to him, but not quite as savagely. Corvus felt no shame in not allowing himself to be flung around like a ragdoll by the bearish monster that had appeared. Besides: he had exploring to do.